books

I own a lot of books.

(That's the shelf on my desk hutch with the books for my current classes. Well, most of them anyway.)

My room came with a bookshelf. That I filled with books:

And I still had more books:

So my dad (who is awesome) and I built a bookshelf of awesome. It was made with (mostly) hand tools and it comes apart completely flat for traveling and I helped make it and stain it and it's beautiful:

(Do you see the piles of books in the background? Also, this was before I did the most recent sanding and wiping down. And the posts are going to have another layer of darker stain put on this summer.)

And I filled it with books and books and books:





They say that this was the semester that we have to buy the most books. (I had to buy 24, not including the ones I already owned for liturgy class, and the two I haven't bought yet because they're not in the bookstore and I'm out of bookcash.) So hopefully I won't run out of room again. (Note that I do still have room on both bookcases for expansion, and I won't bring all of the books back with me next year. Although I do wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't lost so many books in the Iowa floods.)

I like books.