Bookless in New Jersey
A close friend of mine doesn’t have even one bookshelf in her house. She has stainless steel kitchen appliances, a saltwater swimming pool in her beautifully landscaped yard, and a television whose size rivals the screens at the local theater. All those things but no bookcases.
Not only does she not have bookshelves, but aside from a few cookbooks doesn’t own any books at all! I love this girl dearly but often shake my head in bewilderment (and disbelief). It’s all I can do not to bring over a few bags of books and artfully arrange and stack them around her house.
I guess for non-readers, a house without books is no big deal, or that’s just what my friend tells me. But even my sister, an almost non-reader (she reads a book or two a year), has a bookshelf in her house. She owns some YA books, parenting books, a million cookbooks, and some thrillers.
I’m probably making a mountain out of a molehill, but as someone who decorates with books, has book shelves in most rooms in the house, and has books in every nook and cranny, a home without books isn’t cozy enough for me.