My brain works in strange ways when I'm sick. I woke up this morning and thought, My books are so pretty! I love them! Also, I like looking at pictures of other people bookshelves (though perhaps in a somewhat covetous way). So here are pointless pictures of my books.
My "borrowed" books:
The bookshelf I see first thing in the morning:
The bookshelf in the closet:
The bookshelf built between the air-duct and the wall (and another bookshelf):