This is a bedside pile that should be classified as re-reads. When I was eight, the son of a friend of my grandmother's left for college and gave me his science fiction book collection. It included these hard-cover juveniles. They started me down the long, winding road of science fiction. These books are old friends that have been in storage since we left Tehachapi, and I have been reacquainting myself with my favorite and sometimes not so favorite parts. It's just astonishing how awful "Rip Foster Rides the Gray Planet" really is. Every aspiring fiction writer should read it as a morale booster.
As we've just moved and are still unpacking, we are having to rethink our shelving arrangements. Connie is, as usual, better organized than I am and quickly got the cookbooks into these Ikea shelves in the hallway off the kitchen. We are still discussing what other books can go here, so far art books and gardening books. Those slats on the shelf to the right are hangers for Navajo rugs that we still need to place. Pity there's no Ikea store here - they have good shelves.
More Ikea shelves in the family room that I'm now filling with fiction. These are part of a set with a glass-fronted cabinet.
We've broken up the set for now, and put the cabinet in the living room to hold katchinas and pots. 
This is the first time I have been able to have a room dedicated as a library. In a way it's sort of intimidating. It's also the first time I arranged books by subject matter, which slows things down considerably. I bought the first components of this modular shelving when I lived here 30 years ago, and have taken them through about a dozen moves. I found that you can still buy them, though it's been so long that the company has changed its name from Lundia to Skandia. Salespeople at The Container Store were surprised there was product that old still in use. It will be a couple more paychecks before I get enough parts to put up another run of shelves this size across the other long wall. Also I'll need more shelves to fill in.
I have to get these unloaded and shelved in the library.
And these are staged in the garage to come in when there's room for them. 
Mr. Bat is still waiting for his permanent home in the library. In the meantime he's hanging out in the family room.
