Bookcase for Giants

January 9th, 2008

We aren’t giants, but would you expect anything less than a 9′ tall bookcase in this house? There are still boxes of “lesser” books in the basement that we can’t bear to part with, like my treasured S.E. Hinton collection, and Jane Hamilton, who I always read but never really like. I wonder sometimes how I ended up with so many books about Russian history, but it isn’t really a mystery. They came from the intersection of a little bit o’ cash slinging puffballs at the Lion, access to good used books (the Red Cross booksale), and a peaking interest after my undergrad. Having a brother who lends/buys you books about Stalingrad and Prince Felix Youssoupov doesn’t hurt either. I love having my books out, and it finally completes the living room.

I can’t reach the Russia shelf without a ladder, but Tim made me the perfect bookcase for this house!