So I’ve been living in my pretty little flat in Basel for almost 1 1/2 years now, and I mostly absolutely love it. It’s a nice size, in a nice neighbourhood, and it has everything I’d want in a flat. Except that the living room is too small to house all my books. And I love books. And I love to own them.

I do have more space than I used to, so instead of being crammed in piles and stacks and overflowing bookshelves, my books now (kind of) have enough space. Except that this space is in separate rooms. I sort fiction by genre (and then alphabetically by author), non-fiction by subject, and because that was the way they came out of the moving boxes, my living room is now dominated by fantasy, with a side of philosophy, religion and anthropology, while the rest of my books lives in my bedroom (except for the to-read ones, which have their own shelf in the hallway), where no one sees them except for me. Is it strange that this really bugs me? (The answer seems to be no – apparently, there are many more people who put a lot of thought into sorting their books.)

I swear, one day I’ll have a living room big enough for ALL my books, so I can look up from my seat and lay eyes (and hands) on each one in its perfect place… 🙂