Having books around just makes me happy. That's one of the reasons I enjoy when people show off their bookshelves (aka shelfies). Writing books is creative so why can't storing books be creative too? It can and here are some great ones.
Books, I can't get enough of them. Does that make me a book hoarder? Even if it does. Is that such a bad thing?
I have a book problem that I have passed down to my daughter, who already has hoarding tendencies. That means we need some seriously creative storage solutions...
On our way to our weekly music lesson on Sunday, my daughter sat in the back seat of the car lamenting that we never do anything interesting on Sundays and that she needed more steps. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, Sundays in our family are "boring." So, you can guess what I suggested - let's check out a new bookstore!
You know the song "To All the Girls I've Loved Before"? The song that goes ... "who travel in and out my door...I dedicate this song." Change "girl" to "books" and that is what today's blog is about. To all the books I've loved before.
When I visited New York City in December, I took my book, The Travelers, along for some photo ops. No, the fact that people looked at me like a crazy person as I propped up a book in windows, subway stations and restaurants didn't discourage me from doing it again in a new location, this time San Francisco!
I grew up in a government family, so acronyms became words whose meanings I rarely understood. Some of them I even thought were just words being used wrong. My family would say something that sounded like "scissor" in a sentence where the word "scissor" had no place! I realize now it's some sort of acronym, I still don't know what it means though.
Yesterday I undertook the daunting task of taking down a book-mas tree (tree made entirely of books). Today, I've got some advice for anyone doing the same thing or just trying to organize your bookshelf...
When I think of a museum, I usually think of large flowing landscapes, giant replicas of extinct species, airplanes or artifacts. I think of stark white rooms, bright marble hallways, large arching ceilings and glass enclosed cases. I don't usually think of a glowing projection of John Lennon on a bathroom floor. But, that's the kind of thing you get at the O Museum, in Washington, DC...
K.L. Kranes 