I get this a lot, too.
“A visiting son, surveying the crammed bookcases in every room (not to mention the piles of books on surfaces and floors) asked me ‘don’t you ever get rid of any books?’ And the answer of course is no. ”
Yesterday evening, I spent almost half an hour standing in front of the bookcase in the living room. I was looking at each spine and conjuring an impression of the stories. Reactivating them. It seems to help with the overall feeling that I’m trying to conjure, in my own little way, with my own books.
I won’t be satisfied, of course, until I have at least one room whose walls are filled with books. And one of those mounted, moving ladders.
(Via Macmillan New Writers.)