This is the room that attracted me when we bought our house 30 years ago. Mostly I Zoom to classrooms and meetings from here and I’m often asked whether my shelves are real or a faux background. There’s a stupid pail in the foreground that I must put away, so you know this is real.
Recenty I flipped through a home design magazine and admired some built in shelves which seemed to lack something. They had the odd empty vase but otherwise they were so bland and blank. What was missing? Books!
“Find the things you want to keep,” says Marie Kondo. “identify the things that make you happy.” Am I going to read any of these books again? There’s that possibility and I love the possibilities in life. Mostly they give me a sense of peace.
Your wall of books makes me happy just looking at it. MY wall of books makes me happy just thinking about it.
When selling my home. i was asked to cover books with silver paper to help them blend in to the shelves. Okay. But take them all out? Then how would a potential buyer know the house had good reading vibes?