
Here you see one of my bookshelves. Billy standing in the hallway and fits snugly into the door to my bedroom. I need this door that is not because my bedroom is also accessible from the living room. I think it's nice to come to my house and see the first books. Such a corridor is so often less exciting, but evaluates it on the shelf. It
is the shelf which contains mostly horror and thrillers. However, now, other genres in there.
Ca. once a year I try to sort my books. Separated by horror / mystery / thriller and more. Another is still divided in hardcover picture books and paperbacks.
and then alphabetically.
The order holds but only a few weeks.
Apart from this shelf I have two more, and of course my gravity-defying stacks of books that sit on the closet.
I am of the opinion that bookshelves are an indispensable part of a dwelling. They radiate from something very pleasant.
My dream is a long time a larger apartment with a library room. Shelves to the ceiling, preferably with a sliding ladder. Then I could sort my entire boxes of books in my basement and my parents.
And it is still a great bistro, a pretty lamp and a small table.
Hach ...
If I enter a strange house, I always look first for the books. Which are there, they pull me magically.
It instantly creates familiarity and a topic of conversation when in someone you hardly know, find the same books that you have yourself.
It was very funny when I first started in the old apartment from my heart was and could see that we have several books together. Since he was able to score well, o).
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