For the love of books

It's been a busy day in the study. Aside from dismantling three bookshelves and painting the ceiling and the wall and whitework behind and reassembling the bookshelves again (half an inch from the still tacky paintwork), I've had a book cull.

I'm a natural hoarder, and in my youth was a massive bookworm. I don't like getting rid of books, but I can't manage this job again and some of the books have to go. Fiction, mostly, and read once or thrice and still in perfect condition. Some less so, but in fairness they're getting on for forty five years old. 

The more than a hundred books are now downstairs awaiting their fate - local library or local charity shop. They have until Monday to achieve rescue, but I shall be strong; a few were a hard pull but I do after all have them in hardback in the lounge shelves...

They say you can tell a lot about a person by their reading material. Don't judge me; these are only four of the shelves, and the rest is worse. :-)