This picture was taken by my parents. These are all the books they got back from the old flat in Montreal, books I gathered in more than twenty years. I once blogged about something vaguely similar
. I can't help but feel a bit sad that I don't have all these books at my grasp. Some will have to go to charity eventually (I am not fond of all the novels I read, obviously), but I hope to get some back here. I haven't read them all, for one, and I also want to re-read many of them. Watching these shelves, one can get a pretty detailed picture of what's in my head. Not that I remember everything I read, but I gained through them some knowledge and I kept at least some of it. Although I will never claim that I am an erudite
, I have certainly tried to grow into one. It also shows my interests, the ones that changed through the years and the ones I kept. Bookshelves like thess ones have something of reassuring, they are both familiar but a lot of what they have are still terra incognita
, to me or to any reader who might come pass it. I might be far from it, but I am glad the books are there on display, where they should be, and not in boxes.
Very cool....I LOVE books! It's sort of a trip back down memory lane for you huh? If I had the space...I'd I have a whole room dedicated to being a 'library'! :o)
Salut~! Moi, j'aime les livres aussi. I'll have to say I'm a bibliophile :O) Don't worry - I don't remember everything I read either; though I really wish I did! C'est vraiment un blog interessant. I hope I'll be able to practise my French here...j'adore le francais!
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