Yesterday I mentioned that I was unpacking my books. Well, they are finally all put away. Of course, they don’t all fit on the shelves, so some have to go behind others. This is a very challenging task. I also had to figure out which would grace my front room, and which would go downstairs. Of course, I want things like books by Apostles and classics upstairs. The Star Trek series books I used to read as a pre-teen? Those are obviously hidden behind more enlightened sci-fi (read: Ender or Dune) downstairs.
But I did keep some of my fantasy upstairs. But only the Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and Harry Potter. And my King Arthur tales. Well some of them. After all, I am trying to look respectable, even if all of my reading tastes aren’t.