The moment you walk into my home, you'll know that this is the home of people that love books. Our home has always had shelves full of books. When I was younger the bookshelves held my parents favourite books- Bengali mostly- books by Tagore, Sharatchandra and others.
As we grew-up, my sister and I started adding to the collection.
Now we have our own growing-little library. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that I have all these books. That they are mine to love and read and enjoy. Old favourites. New loves. Children's books. Classics. Indian books. Fiction. Non-fiction. Romance. Crime. Short-stories. Epic tales. All mine!
My bookshelves are organised by me. I have my own system. I have a shelf of read books and shelves full of books we haven't read yet. I also tend to put my read books away. I can't abide rainbow shelves. Something about books decorated by the colour of their spine really irks me. Don't know why..it just does.
I like my mismatched bookshelves. I like old books mixed with brand new realeases.
I love my books.
This post is random. But it's raining outside and I felt like writing a little love note to my books!
:)
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