After months of struggling to shove all my books into one book case (lovingly, of course, and with all care), I finally got another one.
The shelves no longer sag under the weight of too many massive tomes. There are no longer towers of books stacked precariously in odd places around the room. I no longer have to empty an entire shelf to reach the little book hidden somewhere in the last row in the back corner.
And…I now have space for more books, all those fabulously intriguing titles that I’ve been dying to purchase for the past several months. Note: space does not equal resources, a sad but undeniable fact, so I fear I may be forced to resort to high seas piracy as my only means of acquiring said treasures – i.e. searching for buried treasure, of course. Not book piracy – that is too great a crime! ;)