It has been a WEEK. I can’t even begin to describe to you the horrors of this week (well, I can, but you all are better left in ignorance of the horrors and failures of humanity; you’re here for books—and cats, I hope!). I have two reviews nearly done, but instead I’m drinking my second glass of Arbor Mist. My cat here is demonstrating an approximation of my energy level.
Do you enjoy the knickknacks and artwork on our shelves? Do you keep anything but books on your shelves?
There are a lot of books in this picture, and not all of them are where they are supposed to be. The house is a bit of a mess, a bit like my week has been, but my cat is in a box and looking adorable, and I can’t deny you that for all the other faults in this photo. Oftentimes perfection is unattainable, and a house that looks occupied and loved can be as comforting as a worn and yellowing favorite can be. It looks like I was reading Andrew Peterson‘s The Warden and the Wolf King in this photo; that’s the topmost book left out on the coffee table.
Callie thought that the hollow of the Christmas tree as we put it away book by book was a box for sits.
A friend gifted me with the Christmas ornament. It doesn’t just come out at Christmas. It lives on the shelves year-round.
A messy shelf on Christmas Eve, and Callie is intrigued by Louis Sachar’s Wayside School books. This is the only bookshelf in my bedroom, so it houses most of my favorites. Do you spy any of your favorites there too?
Things are hard right now. I can’t much go into detail, but I hope you’ll forgive me and enjoy these colorful pictures of my cat beside my shelves. My Callie is very intent on Patricia C. Wrede’s The Raven Ring.
I took this picture while I was working on book reviews of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child for this blog (spoiler-free and with spoilers).
Decisions are hard. And Callie’s not sure what to read. Garth Nix? No. Maybe Brandon Mull?