My book collection – yes, collection – has morphed over the years.
In high school, I remember having a regular-sized plastic Target bag of about five or six random books that my aunt bought me the summer I stayed with her. Of course, she picked them out, so they weren’t really my “thing,” but that’s all I had that were my books before I graduated high school. Those books are somewhere under my bunk bed at my parents’, probably being a companion to the box of tapes I accumulated as a pre-teen. (Yes, before CD players!)
With our recent move, my books have now been able to come out of the boxes they were put in back in July. It was a hard thing for me to pack them all away and not see them, but now they are back! Since we have moved and gotten the absolute necessities unpacked – clothes, toilet paper, shower, food – I got to spend some quality time one night unpacking my boxes of books, which had grown from two from the move in July to three with the Great March Move. I had five piles of books under my nightstand that I bought since August, and it all fit perfectly in a third box. D locked himself and the dog in the bedroom one night and let me pour over my books for hours. Smart guy, right?
Without further ado, this is how my bookshelf has grown…
c. August 2011
c. December 2011
c. April 2013
*There was another photo taken after the one above, but prior to the move (below) where the books on the top shelf were piled sky high, about four feet, but I can’t find the photo. 😦
c. July 2013
This is my physical TBR pile – everything from The Help and below on the top shelf, and the entire first shelf.
[Game of Thrones are D’s…even though he bought me the series for Christmas….]
This is my wonderful collection of YA (now hidden on the bookshelf behind another stack of books), and my classics (also double stacked).
Books I started gathering in 2013 for my classroom that have been packed away since July. Finally going to the classroom!
Books I decided I could part with without getting hung up over them.
From Brit Lit…this book and the assignments nearly killed me! Thank God it was all downhill from there!
Also from Brit Lit. I fell in LOVE with this book. It broke my heart.
Some of the reading requirements from my Adolescent Literature class, which I had to take to become a teacher.
An old birthday present several years ago from my best friend. I still had the note tucked away inside!
I am still in chapter 12 of Gone with the Wind. I started reading it as a sophomore in college, determined to get it crossed of my 100 Books from the BBC list
I also stopped reading it as a sophomore in college. I will read it, though!
Ironic that I found this inside of Gone with the Wind? I knew my future self would find some humor in it.