I spend a lot of time gazing at my bookshelves. I’m an alphabetizer, which helps me believe all is well in the world, that I can control and organize my surroundings, if not create balance and symmetry. Variations in book size bother me, but I want to find a title quickly. I’m impatient.
I went to a party not long ago where the host, a graphic designer, had arranged his books by color. I lingered at his shelves (as an introvert does) and I realized: Rainbow order is still order. (Could this be a bumper sticker? Would you buy it?) The finger food was great, lots of puffed pastries and garlicky spreads. I cleaned my biodegradable plate (twice) and then peppered the host with questions.
“Do you know how to find your books? Do you know that red is Crying in H Mart?”
“Not really,” he admitted. “But how often do you actually need a book once you’ve read it?”
Need? I suppose I don’t need, on a daily basis, my collection of aquatic-themed cookie cutters or my scrunchies …
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