I’m not even exaggerating when I say it took me nearly an hour to reorganize my bookshelves.
Here’s what I learned:
I own a lot of books. But a reader can never have too many, right? I want to buy more all the time.
I forget what I’ve read. I picked up a novel, and for the life of me, I could not remember what it was about.
I keep my babies in good condition. Except for a few of them. I also dropped two books on the floor while reorganizing my shelves. I’m a terrible mother.
I love when books are the same height and hate when they’re not. It makes my life easier when everything’s the same size.
I’m running out of space. I don’t know what I’ll do once my shelves can hold no more. I don’t have room for another bookshelf. Hopefully, one day, I can have a library in my house. Then I won’t have to worry about space or lack thereof.
I spend a lot of money on books. I don’t want to know how much. I also don’t need to know how many I have.
I could and should give some away. I promise to do so in the near future. OK, far future. I just can’t bear to part with my children.
I read a lot. But I feel like I just can’t keep up. Too many books, too little time.
I want to go buy more. Because why not? There’s no reason not to.
What do you learn after reorganizing your bookshelves?