As I have little to nothing to say today, here’s a picture of my bookshelf (click to embiggen):
You can tell a lot about a person from his or her bookshelf. In my case, space is rather limited, and I have to cull my books often, so what’s left is almost pure, distilled me.
(Well, except for that copy of His Majesty’s Dragon hanging about, which I will dispose of shortly, and the Gormenghast trilogy, which I have so far proven unable to tackle due to falling asleep within the first ten pages).
I will note that I still have two boxes of books in Edmonton, while the majority of Polish books remain on another, smaller shelf.
And, as always, the bookshelf guardians remain on active duty:
I will not explain the book to the far left.