by Treehouse Editors
by Rachel Bondurant
I’m not a joiner, y’all. But I love to read books, and I love to talk about books with people who also love books. So I’ve conscripted my friends into an annual book reading. That seems spare, I know, but what can I say? Life happens. This year we’re reading Lolita. Yes, yes, I hear you: How have you never read Lolita?
Better late than never.
Punxsutawny Phil declared six more weeks of winter, surprising no one. I couldn’t find anything particularly funny regarding Groundhog Day from this year, so here’s last year’s cartoon from The New Yorker. Still relevant, if you ask me.
How do you organize your books?
I have a three-tiered shelf in the hallway outside my bedroom that holds my criticisms, autobiography/memoir, academic, and poetry collections, along with some YA overflow. In my room, the nightstands are as loaded down as possible with stacks of books, while still being (barely) functional as tabletops. There are also three shelves above my beds with my signed copies and collector’s editions. But the one way all of these books aren’t organized?
Spines inward. I mean, what kind of monster do you have to be?