The second bookcase was much easier
Apr. 12th, 2009 05:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeSo once I had the hang of the first bookcase, I was able to put together the next one lickety=split, without assembling any of the bits backward, to boot.
I forgot that the BILLY bookcases are a few shelves short, though, so I guess I'll have to go back to IKEA and pick up a couple of extra shelves. I still have one left over from my previous shelf-buying spree, but it's not enough. Soon, soon I will have room enough for all my books. Actually, I have some spare room right now, but I foresee it won't last long.
After this, I'll have to start expanding my library into different rooms, because I've officially run out of wall space in this room. The room feels smaller, but much cozier now. There is something very reassuring about being surrounded by books.
I am very pleased, all in all, backward bookshelf notwithstanding. Having assembled all my furniture now means that I'll have plenty of time to do other, more important things next week.
In book news, I just finished Cormac McCarthy's The Road, and dear God above is it depressing. Unrelentingly bleak. It makes Wuthering Heights seem cheerful. It starts bleak, and it ends bleak, and it's bleak in the middle. Bleak bleak bleak. I think I need to watch Anne of Green Gables or something, now, just to cleanse my palate. Read some Pratchett, or some P.G. Wodehouse.
I forgot that the BILLY bookcases are a few shelves short, though, so I guess I'll have to go back to IKEA and pick up a couple of extra shelves. I still have one left over from my previous shelf-buying spree, but it's not enough. Soon, soon I will have room enough for all my books. Actually, I have some spare room right now, but I foresee it won't last long.
After this, I'll have to start expanding my library into different rooms, because I've officially run out of wall space in this room. The room feels smaller, but much cozier now. There is something very reassuring about being surrounded by books.
I am very pleased, all in all, backward bookshelf notwithstanding. Having assembled all my furniture now means that I'll have plenty of time to do other, more important things next week.
In book news, I just finished Cormac McCarthy's The Road, and dear God above is it depressing. Unrelentingly bleak. It makes Wuthering Heights seem cheerful. It starts bleak, and it ends bleak, and it's bleak in the middle. Bleak bleak bleak. I think I need to watch Anne of Green Gables or something, now, just to cleanse my palate. Read some Pratchett, or some P.G. Wodehouse.
