Oh shit.

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Two of my bookcases just collapsed under the weight of their books. I was sitting directly under them, and frankly I cannot imagine how I come not to have broken bones or worse. Now my whole sitting-room is knee-deep in books, practically all the literary heritage of Europe and the US, and absolutely no idea how to rearrange them. Nor do I like having to walk over Conrad and Tolstoy and Goethe just in order to move at all.

At least one of the bookcases is beyond repair, and I suspect the other is too. And I had been working on rearranging my library since Monday.

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[tashmania.livejournal.com]

*bows* I do my best. I love reading, always have done. We suspect that this stems from being a difficult toddler... my mother quickly discovered that the only way she could get me to sit quietly and not wreak havoc was to give me a book. By her own admission, countless books later she's beginning to wish she'd got me into something that takes up less space!