Ordinarily, I’d manage to get some writing done even on a Sunday, but today’s been rather busy. I took it upon myself to reshelve some of the (thousands) of books in my in-laws house. Two cupboards-worth of old and new books were taken out, dusted and (most) put back.
I like segregating my books by topic. So fiction, travel, self-help, religion, languages, medicine, science, psychology and philosophy have found a home for now. There are a zillion books in German and Portuguese that I can’t figure out – I’m going to need help to sort these out.
In the fiction section, some real gems have emerged. A whole series of Dostoevsky (in English and German), GB Shaw, Somerset Maugham have caught my eye. These are authors, I’m ashamed to say, I haven’t read much of (yet). I also found several volumes on Oscar Wilde, who I really enjoy reading. Wilde is forever linked to Stephen Fry in my head (who by the way, has a fabulous website and blog which he updates daily, including more frequent updates via Twitter. Fascinating.)
I love playing librarian. I think it’s a lost calling, something I’d have been very, very good at.
