Books

My bedroom is full of books.   There is hardly enough room for the wife and I.  They stand in piles.  Occasionally the piles fall over, but of course I stack them up again. It has its advantages, as then the opportunity arises to put different books at the top.  For easier access to different works.

I am waiting for one of the children to finally leave home.  I will turn that bedroom into a library.
I have been told not to buy any more books. That may be difficult.

I like the New York Public Library.  The main one.  I even have the t-shirt.  It is not so much the books themselves, but the whole atmosphere of the place.  It really is something.   Starting with those two stone lions out the front.