In the last year or so, I have been drawn to photos of in-home libraries.
I own many, many books already--and will inherit many, many more someday--and have always loved the idea of stacks and stacks of books in one well-lit room of my house.
It makes me sad to think of all of the books that will be purchased electronically and grow old without a scent to age them...without yellowing dog-eared pages, notes in the margins, quotes marked in several colors from the different readers or same reader in a different time of life...
I'm packing up to move in to a new home at the end of the month.
Each time I begin the moving ordeal, I realize how much I have accumulated since the previous move: clothes, shoes, art, craft supplies, and always another box of books. I always think about how much I want to give away, but it's rare--if ever--that books that go out with the pile. It's more common that I would go to drop off bags of donations and come home with four new books and a Spice Girls backpack...thus beginning the accumulation process once more.