Today, I got to one of my favourite parts though - unpacking my books. Now, I've been staying with my parents for a while and prior to that packed a few boxes with my favourite books and all the unread ones to have at their place - just in case. The rest of my books have been packed away and I haven't seen them for months on end.
Unpacking them today and rediscovering books I've read and loved was basically Christmas for me. It was hard work though as I had to also alphabetize them while unpacking so I can figure out where to put them (because of sloping walls my bookcases are in 3 different rooms rather than all together)
But enough talking - pictures!
After the 1st box:
After 2 boxes:
Gregory! Martin! Gaiman! Rothfuss!
After 3 boxes:
After 4 boxes:
Books! So many books!
After 5 boxes:
Oh God, the piles are getting unstable!
After 6 boxes:
Robert Jordan! David Eddings!
After 7 boxes:
Trudy Canavan and Charlaine Harris just outgrew everyone else, and look! Rowling!
and after the final 8th box:
All in all, I've counted that I own, in total 291 books of fiction.
And then of course there are also these guys: