Some of my favourite inanimate objects

Groucho Marx once said that outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.

I like to read, I always have. This is part of my collection. My wife sometimes intimates that I ought to thin it down, remove a few, perhaps pass on some. These are old friends though, and I can't help feeling I'll miss them if they are gone. I sometimes reread some of them, particular favourites. Some of them date back to my teenage years, when I would save up enough pennies (and it was pennies in those days) to buy a new book. Returning home on the bus with a shiny new paperback, sometimes I'd cover them in shireseal to ensure they lasted, and most have.

Some of my favourite authors were still going strong then. Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Gerald Durrell, Michael Green.

Some still are - Tom Clancy, Dale Brown and Dick Francis (well no longer as of this year).

Others had long ago stopped - P.G. Wodehouse for instance, Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie and John Buchan.

This is my fiction section mostly. There are a few non-fiction that have sneaked in to the lower shelves where they think they won't be noticed, but I indulge them. My non-fiction section is not quite as big, but much bulkier. Quite a number of hardbacks and the books are much bigger. Some of them have been piled elsewhere, making quite a reasonable table between them.