Once again, I am completely out of room for my books. I’ve already got two huge boxes in my closet that never made it onto the shelves I put up, and now I’ve got six big piles on the floor. I absolutely hate not having a place for them. It’s simply . . . disheartening, I suppose. I considered putting up another row around the room, but that’s just not feasible if I plan to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I wonder if I could suspend some shelves from above, maybe using a chandelier approach or a grid-ed false ceiling? Am I crazy? I gave myself a concussion last time, when I overestimated the strength of our house’s crappy walls (thank the builder who ran off to Barbados after constructing nice looking but shoddy homes!). I guess I’m going to have to pick and choose what to keep and what to relegate to the hell that is our basement. Poor books. 
