There is a library in my house.
Before you ask, I do not live in some million square foot abode.
I live in two thousand square feet of suburbia.
And yet I have a library.
Curled up in this reading nook, my husband approached me the other day with a package in hand. I ripped it open excitedly, pulling the cellophane off a new deluxe edition of Jane Eyre.
My husband clears his throat. “Honey, you have a kindle now- don't you think you should look at getting rid of some of these?” he asked, scanning my bookshelves with wide eyes.
I nearly dropped my precious kindle. “Sweetheart,” I whispered, “they can hear you.”
He looked around in confusion. “Are you talking about the books?”
“Honey, they’re not books.” I hissed. “They’re friends.”
Struggling not to roll his eyes, he peers into the bookshelves again before shrugging his shoulders in defeat. I turn away from him, hugging Jane Eyre to my chest tightly before diving back into my book.
“It was just a suggestion,” I hear him say, as he gently closes the door.
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Comments
You have such lovely, organised looking shelves :)
Also, I’m a new follower—wonderful blog! Stop by my blog and follow me too? :) http://rachelbrookswrites.blogspot.com/
Thanks Rachel! It's a replica from the Christmas Story one- Love the book. Love the movie. Following your blog now. :)
Thanks Zoe! (I still buy them, for a while I was singlehandedly trying to keep Borders in business. Didn't work out so well :(
Great showcase! I wish I had a spare room to turn into my library!!