The stack

Very few things in life give me absolute joy. Books do. Absolute joy. And these two bookshelves make my book gazing ever so enjoyable.

I saw this a fair few years ago on an American website but they didn't ship internationally. So I continued to hunt and finally found someone who imported them. It became my birthday gift. When I say given what I really mean is that I had to do the research, order, chase the delivery and then say thank you to the man paying. Part of that deal was that I could buy 70 new books to fill it. Which I did in no time at all.

They look like a stack of books but in reality it's small removable (but not adjustable) shelves which hold up about 5 books each.

About a year later the stack on the floor was growing and we bought another. These are from a store on Shoreditch (even saying that name makes me miss East London) which orders them from Italy. They took about 6 weeks from order to delivery. Of course soon after our second purchase the reliable John Lewis brought out a knock off for a third of the price.

These are now in our home in Singapore, sitting patiently in the living room. The books are well thumbed and a bit yellowing but each one is a keeper.

I often think, and am advised by disbelieving friends, that I should invest in a kindle and stop killing every forest on earth. But my heart cannot bear the thought. The sight of these two majestic book towers brings me an indescribable happiness that I am unwilling to trade for an electronic reader. Yet.