I decided yesterday that I was tired of having my fiction double shelved and spent most of the afternoon taking books off the shelves and rearranging them. The result is that I now have the fiction separated into read and unread shelves and a pile of non-fiction with nowhere to go. At the moment they’re on the floor in the hall waiting to be sorted.
When we moved here 17 months ago I shelved the non-fiction quickly, trying to put them in roughly subject order but they got hopelessly mixed up. So now I’m going to get them in order, sort what to keep, shelve what I can and box up the rest. It’s amazing how much time this takes, not helped by me stopping to look at whatever takes my fancy.
But now I can see all the fiction at a glance, which has made me more determined than ever not to buy any more books for a good long time. After saying last week that I was only going to buy a book when I’d read six of the unread books, I did acquire 7 more books during the week. My excuse is that the one brand new book that came in the post was one I’d ordered some weeks ago. As for the other 6 books, they’re not really purchases as I got them from Barter Books in exchange for 15 books I’d taken in, so I’m not counting them!
I’ve finished reading two books this week, so now I really won’t buy any more books until I’ve read at least 4 more of my own.
And I’m really going to enjoy standing in front of my shelves and deciding what to read next.