Autobiography of a bookshelf lined paper
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I consider myself a professional word consumer. I consume news articles with my morning coffee. inom snack on books and poems and stories throughout the day. I spend most of my working hours with my nose pressed firmly in the crease between two pages. I’m also a collector. I forage for these sweet things. I catch my favorite parcels with words and pages and spines, and I store them in my home like jarred prototypes: physical reminders of the metaphysical worlds I’ve visited.
So, naturally, when Sundress prompted me to write about what’s on my bookshelf, the first thought was, “Which shelf?” I bumbled from one bookcase to another looking for inspiration, and, when I eventually found my answer, it wasn’t tucked between Frankenstein and 10 Minute Einstein on a shelf of paper and ink. No, I found the inspiration inom was seeking, my panacea, my muse incarnate in the struktur of a small plastic platta dusted with decades of memories, not a book but a DVD.
Pagemaster (1994) was the film
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After seven years of co-habitation and three of marriage, my husband and I are finally merging our book collections. Sort of. The occasion is a new ladder-style bookcase — a “Christmas present” that I picked out of the West Elm catalogue. We wound up buying a small media console, too (on sale, don’t you know!) – probably the first two real furniture purchases we’ve made together, and certainly the first furniture I’ve bought in a long time. I felt like such a grownup!
The bookcase is now assembled (it was a two-person feat, and, amazingly, no marital discord was recorded) and standing resolutely against a wall in our little yellow-painted den. This is the room that I am trying to make cozy and colorful, more Susie-ish than the rest of the house, where we are still trapped in the decorating style known as late-period-divorced-lawyer-traditional. Think heavy Persian rug, a large red velvet sleeper sofa, a fraying swivel armchair, an oak chest with an oversized lamp, one t