Oh, help. My piles of books are getting out of control.
I have so many books in my place. There are historic books, cookbooks for when I feel like trying new recipes or old favorites, social media books, works of classic and non-classic fiction, souvenir books, mysteries, and books that were Christmas or birthday gifts.
Don’t even get me started on the library books I’ve checked out lately and the magazines I’ve received.
I think the books are giggling at me. New books sneak in at night like little literary ninjas, slipping through the doorway and joining the other piles of books.
I could be a Guinness Book of World Records contender for the world’s highest book pile. Although, maybe not, since Umberto Eco outranks me in sheer number of books owned by a single person.
Hey, maybe I could start my own bookmobile. Do they even have those anymore? I could buy some cheap clunker of a van, get some crates to act as shelves, and put in some soft, comfy chairs. I’d give my van plenty of bling, chocolate cupcakes and kittens. You can’t go wrong with kittens and chocolate. (Well, okay, there ARE allergies….)
It could be parked beside a lake or the Potomac River and would allow people to have a nice, relaxing place to read as they enjoyed the cupcakes and the antics of the cute kittens. I could take it anywhere they’d allow me to park. Heck, I’d even zoom over to Maryland or Delaware.
I could donate some of them, but I hate to have them leave the house forever. Some are so good, I don’t want to let them go. Those books look up at me so pleadingly, begging to stay.
I could have a book sale, again with kittens and chocolate. But again….pleading little literary faces.
Time to head for the store and get some shelf units, don’t you think?
Blog readers, ever run into difficulties in storing all your books? (Quit smirking, Kindle and Nook owners.)
Ah, well. When all else fails, just dance. That’s my philosophy.