My little bookshelf

When I came to Ireland, I had just one book with me.

As you can see, a lot has happened in a few years. :)
And, because we don't have much space in the apartment, we have to use imagination. So that windowsill became my bookshelf.

I found this lovely little bookshop, that specialised in school books. They also had a section of second-hand books, and I used to be a regular customer. Then, one day, I walked in and saw the owner putting books into boxes. She told me they were getting rid of all the second-hand books. They were just going to throw them away, which I couldn't have watched without crying. So I called Himself and asked him to help me on my rescue mission. He arrived to the place and found me surrounded by boxes of books. Without asking a question, he carried my treasures home.

I was delighted. I found Patricia Cornwell's books, some Dan Brown, The Snapper, some Marian Keyes. And, hiding shyly under bigger and flashier books, was a shabby copy of Roald Dahl's Matilda. Dahl's books have always held a special place in my heart, because The BFG was the first book I ever read in English. So you can probably imagine my joy!

Now these abandoned little pearls live happily together with my other books. Matilda's new neighbour is a book about the history of Islam, Girl with a pearl earring lives in peace with Stephenie Meyer and Himself's Beatles collection box is squashed between some not-so-shiny numbers. And added to the mess are my notebooks; the ones for poems that didn't get finished, my journals, my "guestbooks"....

And somehow I don't think my collection is finished yet...
Do you think our landlord would mind me making a few new windows? ;)