I’ve had a jolly day fighting with WordPress to get a nice header set-up. Got the pic but it’s been flicking on and off like a neon sign. Even Bookshelfdad couldn’t keep it in place.
But I’m going to write about it, even if I can’t see the blasted thing. I have been round every bookshelf in the house collecting books that I loved to read as a child and that I have loved to read to my children. Then I piled them all up on one shelf to photograph them.
A glorious mix of colours and fonts and familar spines and covers. Well-loved covers – dog-eared, bent, even chewed. Lovely.
I really enjoyed seeing the variety – more than thirty years of books that would never normally sit together. Everything from That’s Not My Lion to The Lord of the Rings.
Then this afternoon E and I piled all the books onto the floor to re-sort them, and the three of us ended up reading and flicking and browsing afresh.
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