I like seeing pictures of other people's bookshelves, and so decided to start sharing my own.
The first picture is several stuck together because I couldn't back away far enough--the chimney should be wider and not end in a white strip of nothing-ness. Oh well. On either side of this sticking out chimney, my husband built shelves--this was tricky, because of the slope of the mansard roof, and because the house kind of isn't straight anymore (the top of the door frame slants; the shelf is straight). These are the books I see when I sit in bed.
To the left are English school stories and holiday adventures, WW 2, ballet and drama, D.E. Stevenson, and other miscellaneous comfort reading type books. To the right things get a bit schizophrenic. Here my husband's collection of poetry and his shelves of Mervyn Peake and Lewis Carroll fight with my L.M. Montgomery collection....We both love Ursula Le Guin, so she gets the sweet spot in the middle.
Next to my bed there is this small shelf, that speaks for itself:
And finally, on top of the dresser are these books, all but a few of which are English. Any other Elfrida Vipont fans out there? In the center of the top row is my absolutely most favorite comfort read, Sally's Family, by Gwendoline Courtney.
There are 10 more rooms/hallways with books in them still to come....eventually.