I have been slightly blog happy this weekend, which is surprising as I feel I have been crazily busy, so I have obviously been far more proactive than usual. As well as watching hour upon hour of Olympic sport (what am I going to do now it is nearly over???) I have also packed and moved all my furniture and the majority of my stuff to my new house and planned some Year 7 lessons. There must be something in the water in Wiltshire!
This week’s reading has focused on World War Two, as I have finished both Operation Mincemeat and The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. The weekend has brought a ‘classics’ tone to my reading, having raved about my love of Wilkie Collins’ The Moonstone for The Classics Club, I have now started Claire Tomalin’s biography of Jane Austen, which so far is proving to be an interesting and superbly written read.
Last week I wrote about my successful quest to find a beautiful bookcase. Since leaving for university six years ago, I have lived in eleven different rooms/houses and my books have been split between my houses and my parents’ houses, packed up in boxes, or stashed on bookcases I would NEVER have bought for myself, so I am particularly happy with my purchase. And although it is nowhere near big enough to fit all my books on, it is the perfect size for my new room, so I have accepted that some books will have to live in the wardrobe.
Am I the only one out there who has become slightly obsessed with bookcases in recent years?