Okay, so not much of a guided tour, per se, but how about a little peek at my mystery bins. If you're curious about why I gorge myself on books sometimes, this is a reason why. So many books, so little space and in need of more time! But I suspect you already know all about that. These bins are where the bulk of my mysteries reside. I have a tall stack of mysteries 'that I hope to get to soon' by my bedside, and another stack sitting next to my computer, however.
I wish I had more shelf space but I long ago filled all my bookcases and the overflow had to go somewhere. There are lots of stacks of books in a few places in my house, but so many of my mysteries are mass market size, which fit pretty conveniently in these bins. I've tried to organize them so at least books by the same author are together, but as I add new books or pull books out to read, they've ended up scattered about. One of the books I was looking for last night was the next Antonia Fraser mystery, Wild Island. Can you spot my copy? It's now on a bedside pile waiting for me to start reading. There is a constant flow of books in and out of my house as well as from room to room. I need to take a few days off just to get organized, though it feels an overswhelming task.
I sort of pride myself in knowing approximately in which bin which author is found. But occasionally I will know I own something but haven't a clue where it is. It's a little bit dangerous when that happens, but not for the reason you might think. I do worry about pulling a muscle or throwing my back out when I need to move the bins around, but the bigger danger is that I will start digging through the bins and come away with more than just the one book I was looking for. Actually that happens almost every time I go in search of one book--I come back with three others.
Sometimes I do like just 'browsing' through my books--looking for something good to read. Now you see where the inspiration for my mystery-reading extravaganza of the last couple of months came from (and how easily I could continue with them). I am up to seven plastic bins now, filled to the brim with mysteries and I could easily fill another.
What do you do with the overflow of books from your bookshelves? Stack them? Find creative ways to store them? Or are your bookpiles beginning to engulf your space, too?