I have added more to the top shelf - it was one of the few that still had room. There's a nice fat copy of Les Miserables being chummy with The Count of Monte Cristo. There's Nicholas Nickleby (the chap in maroon standing next to Treasure Island, also in maroon but significantly skinnier) and hardbacks of Don Quixote and Quo Vadis?. The rather ugly lime green clothbound on the right is The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper; the ugliness has put me off from reading it. Over toward the left is a copy of Frenchman's Creek by Daphne du Maurier that I also have yet to read. And Kidnapped, which out to be spanning the gap between Treasure Island and The Count, is off the shelf. Again. I'm pretty sure it was off the shelf last year when I took 2012's photos. It's a popular one.
Same old, same old around here. David Copperfield, who ought to be propping up Mary Barton, is currently serving as my downstairs reading. The second shelf down is the same as always, though I did pick up a copy of Starflower and Moonblood. I was given another copy of The Hobbit for my birthday, too: it's a little leather one under On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, difficult to spot in this photo. I also shuffled Mary Stewart over to the entertainment unit to make room for the growing Tales of Goldstone Wood. Anne Elisabeth Stengl has no compassion on my shelves.
Nothing much to see on the first shelf here, save for that pale blue book towards the far end, which is a rather out-of-place looking Mr. Midshipman Hornblower - move along! The bottom shelf filled out rapidly when I finished with my research material for the Sea Fever books, and got several new books into the bargain. The yellowy one far on the right is A Hanging Offense, which was so-so; the one next to it on the left, dwarfed by the chunky The Line upon a Wind, is The Fatal Cruise of the Argus - I've not read that one through yet.
Coming down the shelf to the left, I crammed in all my particularly useful books: Edward Preble, dull but incredibly helpful; Dawn Like Thunder, also marvelous; Stephen Decatur and The Barbary Wars, which were rather meh; and then a few on naval warfare that had been lying flat in last year's shot. The green hardback to the right of The Barbary Wars - I don't know if you can see it - is a pretty copy of Rudyard Kipling's The Seven Seas, a collection of poetry.
Mostly mysteries down here on the lower shelf of the entertainment unit, with a very big, very heavy, very highlighted (and not by me) Pelican Shakespeare to boot. I picked up some Agatha Christie novels and was given The Secret Adversary, the first Tommy & Tuppence, for my birthday. Sherlock Holmes is getting a little tipsy over on the right. Lying flat on top are The Red House Mystery, an enjoyable murder mystery by that wonderful fellow called A.A. Milne; another Holmes; and a Wodehouse. I have two Jeeves novels, but I just finished reading the other and he hasn't gone home yet.
Top shelf! This has obviously filled out since last year. Of The Thief series, I only had the first one this time last year; I picked up The Queen of Attolia and The King of Attolia (lovely hardback, too) in the interim, but have not yet read the latter. There's Howl, looking very creased from getting passed around the family so many times. I Capture the Castle and Peter Pan are being green together. There are a couple more Peter Pan books that I've not yet read, a few Costain novels (Ride with Me and High Towers) that I really only picked up because of their looks, and a fat N.C. Wyeth-illustrated The Scottish Chiefs. The little book on top is one I just got a few weeks ago, The Winter Prince by Elizabeth Wein.
In the back - you can just see them - are some of my Christian books (which sounds ridiculous, but I'm not sure what else to call them). Anna gave me Mornings with Tozer. There's Charity and Its Fruits, and The Death of Death in the Death of Christ, and the pale blue one on the right is God with Us. The Mind of the Maker is playing coy on the left and barely made an appearance.
Here is the aforementioned research basket, which is actually getting alarmingly full. The big red book is an atlas of the ancient world. The fake, Celtic-knot book came with tea in it and is now used for collecting rejection letters (yay!). It leans rather forlornly against a Smithsonian bird book; two books on ancient astronomy that I just added two days ago (Echoes of the Ancient Skies and In Search of Ancient Astronomies, by E.C. Krupp); and three Country Diary books, full of watercolors and nature notes by a Birmingham lady in the early 20th Century.
And this is my too-large stack of books that are either being read or that just haven't made their way back home. On the right stack are an old copy of Wordcrafter; two writing notebooks and a general notebook; Gleanings from Paul (there to make me finish reading it); and the currently-being-read Signs Amid the Rubble. Which is splendid. I confess the first two lectures were a little taxing and it was difficult to tell where he was going, but by the time I came to the third, I was having to restrain myself from underlining every other passage. Excellent book - do read!
On the left there is Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey, which I just began last night; The Inimitable Jeeves, finished the other night but still kicking about; and Kidnapped, which really should go back to its spot now. The absolutely massive book is a book on Cromwell - I'm not sure why it's still there. Below that is an Arthur Custance work, and then Red Moon and Black Mountain, and then another notebook. I should clear up this mess, but I get so used to seeing all the books there that I just never do!
what are your shelves looking like this spring?