My Bookshelf

This is my bookshelf. 

Through the magic of the lens, my bookshelf doesn't look half as messy and disorganized (or dusty) as it does in real life. You'd think it'd be the other way around, like how the camera supposedly adds 10 pounds to a person. 

So the top shelf holds sentimental trinkets: a picture of quintessential  Americana, a white-washed front porch and American flag that I purchased at the Farmer's Market right after 9/11; a photo of my grandparents; a photo of my husband and me, pre-kids (we look very youthful); a clock we received as a wedding gift, set to the exact time we got married (4 PM); our Precious Moments cake topper; our wedding corsages preserved in a glass jar; and a family of wooden elephants my husband inherited from his grandfather

The next shelf down holds books by Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and other various famous authors, as well as books about the Civil War that I have never read (but probably should just to say that I did). 

The shelf after that contains books like Little Women, The Secret Garden, Wuthering Heights, Anna Karenina, and all those stories that were required reading in school (The Great Gatspy, The Grapes of Wrath, Beowulf, To Kill a Mockingbird, etc). And Mark Twain. Lots of Mark Twain. 

The following three shelves contain mostly my books. Er . . . actually, I think all of them are mine. The Outlander series, Sookie Stackhouse and other books by Charlaine Harris, The Hobbit (which my son and I are reading together) and The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Twilight, Uglies, House of Night, Wicked Lovely, Richelle Mead, Alyson Noel, Maggie Stiefvater, Becca Fitzpatrick, Michael Grant, Suzanne Collins, Rachel Caine, and so many more great books by talented authors. 

The last shelf is a hodge-podge of art books, house-plan magazines, gardening manuals, medical reference books, and my kids' old math books that we'll probably never look at again but I feel too guilty getting rid of. And RISK (which I have no idea how to play). 

Lastly, there are usually non-book related items stuffed wherever there's room: the odd slipper, someone's headphones, a sock without a match, spare change . . .

PS - And there always seems to be one toy or another lodged in the space between the floor and bookshelf.

Now I want to see what YOUR shelf looks like. Take a picture and then upload it to the Readers' Bookshelves album on my Facebook page.