Lately I've been thinking a lot about reading habits. I just finished Anne Fadiman's collection of essays, Ex Libris, a charming little meta-book that got me thinking even more about the love of books, reading, and writing.
Our house is small but contains many books. Here is the shelf that greets visitors entering our front door. There are two more shelves this size in our office/studio and another about half this size in the bedroom. Large art books also live on the coffee table (of course), some tall books live on the shelf that houses the CD's (a whole other topic) because that's where they fit physically, computer-related books live on the computer desk...you get the idea.
Despite glaring circumstantial evidence to the contrary (and keep in mind, at least half of these books belong to my hubby), I don't think of myself as a person who buys a lot of books. No, really. I'm a huge fan of the public library (also a whole other topic...hmmm, suddenly I'm coming up with lots of future blog fodder). Many of the books you see on my shelves were gifts, or were passed down, or Adverb rescued them from the "free to a good home" table at his workplace. A lot of them have been purchased with store credit at secondhand book stores, when I've traded in old-old books I didn't want anymore and came away with some new-old books. I honestly couldn't tell you the last time I bought a new book, yet I always have way more books than I can possibly read.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but look for more book-related blog posts in the near future.