Shelf-preservation

Okay, so we really need either a) another bookcase that will go who knows where or b) serious book-weeding. I managed to get all the alphabetized books to fit into the library by moving all the drama to Younger Son's room (and a smattering of I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-this miscellany to an inaccessible shelf in Older Son's room), but all the shelves in other rooms are still over-stuffed. I will think on't.

Anyway, it's always fun to do shelf-shifting because of rediscoveries, including the copy of a 1972 literary journal with an article by my late English professor father-in-law on Jonson's Bartholomew Fair, which Younger Son acted in earlier this year. He read it and kept saying "Cool!" so, intergenerational posthumous connection forged. Cool.

Also this (slightly photomanipped):