I attacked the bookcase tonight. We now have three and a half shelves* of neat, orderly books. Each series is in order and multiple works by the same author are grouped together. That's always my favorite part of a bookshelf...the matching books in a series. They make for nice, neat, orderly rows all (generally) of the same height. But I love full bookcases in general. They are colorful; full of life and magic and tales of other worlds, other lives. They are so full of possibility.
*The remainder of the books are piled on the bottom two shelves, stowed temporarily in boxes, and laid out on the floor. Baby steps.
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