The New York Times Real Estate section this weekend has an article about people who still have physical print books and keep them in their own private libraries. I don’t have a library per se, but I do have a lot of books, which I have to cull periodically because I don’t have infinitely expandable space in my apartment. Four bookcases line a long hallway, and three and a half are in small hallway and a couple of rooms. They are roughly divided by category.
And here are all my women’s studies books, plus a bottom shelf of books by people I know. (Yes, that is a baseball glove on the fourth shelf up.)
No fancy shelving or sliding library ladder. But I can reach whatever I want when I want it.