Charlotte's Library

I have new built-in bookshelves! And they are now painted (ultimately there will be crown molding across the top, matching the rest of the room, and cupboard doors at the bottom, as soon as funds allow) and although there is still painting to be done elsewhere in the room, I am ready to start shelving. You can see that I am not making good progress.

Here is what is happening to me:

-- all the books that will be shelved here are ones I keep for re-reading, so the moment they are in my hands I want to read them, and when I pick them up I get a rush of remembering and am overwhelmed, but I don't want to rush past this because I want to make time for friends, family, places, feelings....

--I shelve emotionally, not logically.  I feel it's almost an alchemical process, in which I consider which books will react well to each other, but I enjoy this sort of careful thought so again am not rushing it (I am not sure, for instance, that the Clare Dunkle books are happy with the company they are keeping....Kill Fish Jones, by Caro King, goes well with them, but the Diane Stanleys and Holly Webbs have a different feel...).  And who would Kelly Barnhill's books like to be shelved with?

--there are incomplete series, so should I a. leave space b. quickly spend a few hundred (thousand?) dollars on the missing books, or c. resign myself to repeatedly reorganizing?

--Ursula Le Guin has shared my bedroom for almost 40 years, but these shelves are for my sci fi fantasy books, so she belongs down here, but I will miss her and am having second thoughts.  

So I am quitting for the night!