Discovering the Relevance of Words
My poetry collection is growing. Daily. My mailman has been bringing me at least two packages a day for the last several weeks, and while it’s incredibly exciting, I’m a bit overwhelmed by not only the amazing words I can’t find time to read, but also by all the room I don’t have for them. My bookshelves are pregnant, and bending at the seams with words, and truth, and beauty, and sadness, and all the experiences with which I want to fill my cup.
I grew up the son of a book collector, so I’m very familiar with bookshelves lining every wall in my house. When payday hits, I’ll be picking up a few more bookcases to fill my dining room wall, and when those are full – which shouldn’t take too long – I’ll move more into the unused room at the back of my house. My office is already filled, so that’s now out of the question – though, once I clean it, organize it, and get a better chair, it will definitely become a nice reading room.
I’ve given myself a really nice reading nook in my living room. Lots of sunlight, a comfortable chair, and books upon books.
I have no qualms about filling my house with books. I love the look, the smell, and the mighty words and emotions that each should hold. I sometimes mind the expense, because books are not often cheap, but it’s worth every penny.
Where do you keep your books? Where do you read? If you have photos, please feel free to post your library, reading corner, or simply favorite reading location.