Last year I set myself the Challenge of reading 100 books in the year. This year there is no numerical target to aim for, no pressure to read to bump up numbers, just a record of what I do read for my own memory and amusement ... and as you can see my main bookcase is empty.
I am currently in the process of selling and buying houses and living in a rented flat so my books are in a state of flux. They are on shelves here at the flat and in boxes in our storage container, boxes under the bed and piles on my bedside table. As I read I will keep or discard but once I have moved my lovely paper friends will be all around me again, once again in this bookcase, in my lovely 'new to me' curved one, in the kitchen and ... well everywhere really.
I love books and I am not afraid to admit it.