Talking about books; Out of curiosity I wondered how many I might have in my bedroom because Paul estimated that I had only seventy in his humble opinion, I said to him that it wasn’t right because I counted those in that pile over there by the bedside lamp and there were 86 there just before Christmas, so he set me a challenge to count just the books in that room. I did and that Christmas pile contained now 89 books and the entire room 447, he was shocked to say the least, especially as the bedroom is the least dense room for books in the whole house. We estimated that each room contained 400 to 800 books each, we are a three bedroom and two reception room terrace house, and there are even recipe books in the kitchen, more than fifty in the pantry. We are planning to buy three new bookcases soon, so I can buy more.
Some people visit my house and ask me isn’t it time for a big purge of books? Certainly not!
I don’t nearly have enough! As a matter of fact, I need to win the lottery soon so I can buy a mansion for my books whilst I live in the little cottage next door.
It isn’t like my books are neglected in a hoarding house, they are cared for, in small piles or on bookshelves, and they are not thrown around or walked upon – THAT IS SINFUL! Nor do I have them on steps leading upstairs like some of my book hoarding friends! I tenderly and once a month dust every book in the house and rearrange them, satisfying that.
The situation is entirely under control, I only buy books I love and have borrowed from the library to test first, and otherwise I don’t share my space with it. It just so happens that I love a few thousand of them. I have a lot of love to give (nods wisely).