I’ve had my bookcase forever. OK, not forever, but probably close to ten years. It’s actually just from Target. For a few years in the mid 2000s they used to hold an annual “Global Bazaar” event featuring worldly-inspired limited-edition furniture and accessories. It’s a hard-wood piece and, even though one of the sidebars is loose and falls out when I stuff too many books on the shelf, is pretty solid. It’s another one of those pieces I can’t imagine ever not having. It’s pretty, it serves a purpose, and it serves that purpose well.
One of the shelves is devoted entirely to my extensive Lonely Planet collection (along with a Rough Guide or two). All of these guide books are extensively used except for Australia and South Africa (I got both at some point thinking I would be going, I still plan to use them one of these days) and, I suppose, The World (though I have been to parts of it). Below that are many more travel-related books: non-fiction memoirs, travel inspiration, travel planning.
The other shelves are filled with fiction and non fiction. There are a lot of young adult books: books by Rachel Cohn, three copies of The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and ballet books that were my favorites growing up. There are writing books from grad school. There is half a shelf worth of Chuck Palahniuk novels. There’s a copy of The Bell Jar
On one of the shelves is a book carved with the shape of Illinois that I picked up this summer at Randolph Street Market. Opposite is a carved heart.
Resting next to the bookcase is a basket-weave bag I picked up in Panama. I always want to use it as a purse but I’m afraid I’ll wear it out and break it so I keep it there to store some magazines and loose mail.
It’s a fine little nook.