So there I am, pretending to browse a Chocolate Cooking book while waiting for the other lady in the aisle to leave so I could grab by book and purchase it hurriedly without making eyecontact with the cashier.
Side note: I am not ashamed of reading romances, I will proudly shout it from the rooftops that I am a sucker for a happy ending. But there are limits. I am not ashamed of buying, reading or liking this book, but neither am I ready to shout it from the rooftops. Maybe next year.
The lady in the aisle pulls out her phone. 'Great' I think, 'I'm stuck here while she one finger texts a 200 character message so it's not a waste'. This lady did remind me of my Mum a bit. But she's not texting. She's comparing a book to a list on her phone.
At this point I walked away, because you know, despite all evidence to the contrary, I am not a creeper. But get this...how clever is she? She's got a list of her bookshelf in her phone so she always knows what to buy. A clever idea, but is it really necessary?
Wait. What's this? Out of the corner of my eye I spot one of my favourite things in the world. A book - by one of my favourite authors- ON SALE! It's a Susan Elizabeth Phillips. I've definitely read it before but do I own it? Suddenly the cell-phone list seems like an extremely good idea.
Ultimitely to bring this long walk for a short drink of water to it's end. I'm making a list of all my books.
Side note, I'm actually a qualified cataloguing librarian. I should really be ashamed of myself for not having done this sooner.
So here is my bookshelf.
My YA bookshelf, note that the Doctor is always watch the Weeping Angel |
My romance bookshelf, double layered, the shelf with the banana is entirely Johanna Lindsey, and the bottom is big books. |
This is going to be a big project, rife with distractions, but it will be really fun as well.