This is what happens when you run out of bookshelves: You find anywhere and everywhere to stack your books. The bookshelves we have can’t contain all of our books, so I had to expand. Here are the stacks I made on the fireplace mantel in the bedroom.
Those stacks are as high as I can make them without the books toppling down. They’re also disorganized in that some of E’s film-school books are in there (you may be able to find which books are his)—and some of my own grad-school course books are there, too.
Not photographed: Three bookshelves and multiple other book stacks elsewhere in the apartment.
Of note in these fireplace stacks:
- The book that made me want to become a writer when I first read it at 12 years old (Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood)
- The book from which I performed a dramatic monologue in acting class during junior high (Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte)
- The book that still has my angsty doodles and meaningful underlines during my teenage years (The Collected Works of Anne Sexton)
- The book that blew my mind when I was 18 (Empire of the Senseless by Kathy Acker)
- The YA novel that blew my mind when I was aspiring to write YA (Cracked Up to Be by Courtney Summers)
- The novel that led me to give up writing fiction for adults and turn to YA (Feathered by Laura Kasischke)
- The book I borrowed from a friend and just realized I forgot to give back (Birds of America by Lorrie Moore)
- My favorite book during my twenties (Good Morning, Midnight by Jean Rhys)
- One of my favorite YA novels of 2012 (Amelia Anne Is Dead and Gone by Kat Rosenfield)
- The book I bought in the airport and still haven’t read (The Girl Who Played with Fire by Steig Larsson)
- The book I should have read years ago because once I did I felt like it was written just for me (We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson)
- The classic novel I hate (On the Road by Jack Kerouac)
- The random movie that shouldn’t be on this shelf (The Lorax)