The Nonist posts a gallery of freaking gorgeous libraries filled with books upon books upon books. You can either gaze upon these with awe and wonderment, or you could look at them and think just how much reading you have to get accomplished before you die. Or, more likely, you could look at these pics, then look around the stacks of books overflowing from your shelves and say, “Hey, my house isn’t so bad.”
Great, just what I needed: more things to drool over and stare at to waste time I should be painting and reading and writing.
:p
Hurray for a decorating style that could be called “Early Yomiko Readman”! Hurray for Camus! Hurray for Proust! Hurray for Boccaccio! Hurray for bookshelves used in decor that actually contain BOOKS, and that those books are actually READ.