I’m a bookworm. I loooooove books, which is one of the reasons my first few jobs were in bookstores. I loved being surrounded by books. Loved it then; love it even more now.
I’m in the middle of moving a few bookshelves around, so to make the job easier I decided to stack all my books in one place. The following photo is of part of the stack I made, and comprises about 3/4 of my entire book collection.
There are three and a quarter rows of books, each comprised of four to five columns, each about two and a half feet high. There are a lot of books in that pile, and another bookcase-full, to boot. (And, yes, that is a soda can on top of one of the piles in the back.) There are books int there on writing, poetry, resume writing, fantasy, sci-fi, Dungeons and Dragons, astronomy, self improvement, finance, leadership, comics, theology, philosophy, psychology, auto-biographies, history, cooking, computers, Linux — and that’s just what can see right now, as I write this. (The stack is behind me.)
And yes, I’ve read most of them. (Too many of those deserve a deeper study, however.)
Now, here’s some food for thought: when I moved to Fort Lauderdale, I gave half of my books away, and when I moved again about 2 years ago, I gave half again. I’ve reconstituted a good portion of the collection, but I still have a bit of a way to go. On the bright side, this time around most of the books are fairly light, and much smaller. (Most of my books before were softcover, but large and usually heavy.)
I love my books.