Now, we all have our moments to indulge in the geek, and mine is a shiny new bookshelf that asks--no, demands--that I pull out every book I have an reorganise the entire shelving process. Because I had so much new self space, I even went and opened some of the plastic tubs full of books that I had had to box up. Out and out, they came: books I'd forgotten I had, books I was surprised I had, books I missed, and books I had to justify their purchase by the remainder mark on the bottom. Of course I had two John Updike books without any mark on them, but I'm more than sure I didn't pay full price for those. I was pretty amused to find the old Thieves World books that I had scrounged through second hand bookstores to find--though I appear never to have found the first book (or it's lost, somewhere, in the piles). I was surprised to find that I didn't have as many old Forgotten Realms books as I thought, and a bit amused by the classic sci fi that I have accumulated over time, all of which I seem to hate. Also, and I don't know if anyone has ever said this, but you can own too many satirical novels with the word Jesus in the title, though it appears that you cannot own enough books on Australian law.
I'm really not quite sure what I was doing with the latter, even now.
But, as i continue through the books--my Spanish phase of 1999, no book outside a publication date of that year--to the series I began and never finished, and all the books I love and hate equally, I have, on day three, realised that while I have a lot of books, there's so many more that I want to read.
Just, none of them have to be written by Jeff Noon.