I had an inkling a few years ago, that I’d like to build a life around books. My first thought was to become an online bookseller, but I didn’t have stock to sell. I stumbled upon this bookshelf filled with books at a garage sale and offered them a price for the whole lot.
The handmade shelves were an ugly brown and filled with about 500 books from the fifties, mostly book club editions. Fortunately, I didn’t pay much for the books because, not only were they not valuable, but nobody online wanted to buy them. But that’s how you learn.
The best part of the experience was the bookshelf. I painted it red to fit the theme of the room and now a mishmash of my books sit on it. Not only my most valuable books, but the mystery paperbacks I read to escape, and my infant collection of Texana and books about books.