Literary mess

It has been nearly two years since I last went to see my sister. She had recently moved into her new home and even though it was very nicely decorated and such, I slept in a room that... ehm... wasn't. Basically because I slept in the study on an airbed. And the study was full of mess pushed aside and bookcases filled with books. Which were just put in any which way and drove me crazy!!

So, I asked permission and then set about on sorting through that awful craziness. I took out all the books and then put them back in alphabetically. It took me about two afternoons, but by the end, I was able to sleep soundly again (I have this thing about mess in bookcases, it is sacrilege!). 

Then last year my sister was here. And as she came down the first day, she mentioned to me that she was a bit disappointed in me. Because my books were not properly arranged, but just stuffed in some closet. She was of course right. 

I needed bookcases. And then I would put them up on the landing, since I don't like books in the living room for some reason. I bought some bookcases and I took one of them upstairs, to be assembled there. Well, it stayed upstairs, but was never assembled there. The clearance in the living room is about 20-25 centimeters (8-10 inches), upstairs the clearing is about -10 centimeters (-4 inches). In other words: the bookcase was too tall!

In the end I lugged it downstairs again and yesterday I finally managed to put it up. I went back upstairs to get the first few books, down and then up and down and up again and so I continued. Until the bookcase was almost full! I am glad my books are out again. It feels more civilised somehow. Even if they are in the living room.