Earlier this week, one of my husband’s coworkers posted this picture on Facebook and asked me if DH (Dear Husband) needed a project . . .
You: Why’d he do that?
Me: B/c DH has been telling tales. *flares nostrils*
Me: And b/c he may or may not have tripped over a stack of books lined up against the hallway wall, causing something very much like that scene in The Mummy that ended like this:
In my defense, I’m in the middle of remodeling my office.
And by “remodeling,” I mean temporarily moving most things that previously lived in the office elsewhere.
Like the hallway.
But even if I wasn’t existing in a state of chaos, I’d be forced to admit that . . . I have a problem. Part of the reason for the remodel is that books were already lining one side of the hallway in waist-high stacks, and that was in addition to the three and half full bookshelves (most of which were packed two-deep, paperbacks behind hardcovers), and the precariously (floor-to-ceiling) stacked towers lining the wall along the side of the bookshelf nearest the office door (which prior to the mass exodus, hadn’t opened more than forty-five degrees in years).
Basically, kicking DH out of our shared office space—don’t feel sorry for him, he’s getting his own man cave downstairs—is, at best, a temporary solution.
Something has to give.
I have this habit, you see . . . Even though I prefer to read books on my iPad (b/c easier to keep track of notes, for reviewing purposes), I keep buying physical copies too. And I’m not going to lie, I will never stop buying hardcovers of the books I love best . . .
But maybe I’ll stop buying new series from new authors before test-driving the ebook first. And maybe I’ll give up paperbacks altogether.
What about you? Are you overrun with physical copies of books? How do you decide which books get shelf space?