Bookshelf Appreciation

For the first time in my life, I am living without a bookshelf. Not by choice, I might add. Rather, my otherwise-lovely summer sublet is missing this one, key piece of furniture. I did at least bring bookends with me, so I have some books nicely lined up on my desk (a bunch of to-reads which I can switch out over the course of the summer, I suppose), but the majority of the books I brought are living in a large reusable grocery bag.

I have always loved well-stocked bookshelves, but now that I don't have one of my own, I find my heart is all of a flutter whenever I see one. So, blogs such as Bookshelf Porn are ridiculously tantalizing. Add to that the fact that this summer seems to be the season of library bookshelves on design blogs, and well, my feeling of bookshelf inadequacy is just increasing.

My love of the home library probably stems from childhood. My great aunt had a library room in her house and both my parents and grandparents have always been big supporters of lusciously filled bookshelves. And, when you consider that Beauty and the Beast is my favourite Disney movie, I suppose it's no wonder I love a good home library, and dream of one day having my own.

Image shown is a photo of my make-shift book arrangement.