That’s a lot of trees
The new carpet is fun. It is pretty. It is almondy except in the childrens’ room where it is darkish heathery blue. It makes me feel like dancing.
Or it would, if I weren’t completely exhausted from carrying more than a thousand books back up the stairs today. Yes, really — more than one thousand. In fact, if I assume that each shelf holds about thirty books, there are probably closer to 1500 books up here. And they’re not friendly little pamphlets or mass market paperbacks either. These are large, heavy, hardcover books, some of them in Turkish, Arabic and French and many of them with savage, mind-twisting titles like The Political Economy of Social Reform and Fuzzy Set Social Science, which is what you get when your husband is doing a PhD in political science. About a fifth of these tomes are library books. Did you know that it was possible to have 200 books our of the library at once? I thought they came after you with librarian guns and staplers and inky stamps if you tried to have more than about a dozen. Clearly, a complicated librarian-PhD student treaty is in effect.
And they’re not all fitting back on the shelves. I don’t know what happened in the forty-eight hours they were in those dark boxes but I think they had babies, which would account for books like The Logic of Anarchy or How Soccer Explains the World. I’m having to double shelf these mothers (and fathers and all their offspring).
Frankly, it’s a wonder the house doesn’t collapse under all the weight.
a book which could have a seriously bizarre effect on the others is The Time Traveller’s Wife. i really enjoyed it.