This doesn’t even represent half of my books at the farm.
So, I’m obsessed with books. Collecting them, reading & smelling them, & especially looking for unique features or marginalia. I’m happiest when I’m surrounded by them. For years, my birthday gifts were bookcases because I kept expanding my collection. I was indulged.
Confession: I still need more bookcases. Yes, yes. Even though I’m at at least 15, or even more if you count the double stacks, to date, & overflowing. I have a horrible addiction; I’m aware of this. Thankfully, my loved ones tolerate & humor me, since schlepping these volumes during several moves over the last 20 years has taxed everyone’s patience.
Another reading nook.
Anyway. Someday, I’ll upgrade to custom built-in bookshelves, but for now these cases do quite well. Can you imagine Edith Wharton specifically rebound all of her books in different colored leather bindings to create patterns? That’s dedication to design! Not a cheap endeavor.
Certainly, I doubt I’d ever have that luxury, but still. I’m happy wherever there are books. That’s home to me! Glass-cased mahogany lawyers’ bookcases are particularly stunning, but one can dream!
A single stack bookcase near the kitchen.