When I saw the sweetest small green bookcase at the estate sale in the Berkeley hills, it was love at first sight.  “Where would you put it?” Larry asked.  “I’ll find a place somewhere,” I insisted.  It landed, in fact,  in the kitchen stacked with  favorite cookbooks.

I do love bookcases.  We have them in every room of the house (except those bathrooms).  When we moved into our home, first thing Larry built floor to ceiling bookcases around a window seat for the family room.  Formal bookcases in the living room, the thrift store variety in the bedrooms.  They hold memories of bedtime stories with our kids, reference tools for Larry’s teaching, travel guides that have helped us through far off places, novels that have heartened or instructed or charmed us.  Having those books around is like being surrounded by good old comfortable friends– standing shoulder to shoulder in all those bookcases.


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