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I like books.  A lot.  Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an understatement.  I suppose it could be said that I am a fanatical booklover.  I love the feel of a book in my hand.  I love the smell of books.  One of my favorite outings is a visit to a bookstore.  There is just something wonderful about being completely surrounded by books.  I take my children to the library at least once a week.  Just last week, we dragged home from our town’s little library a bag laden with almost a dozen books.  Yes, I definitely like books.  

I have an ongoing problem directly related to this obsession.  You see, I never seem to have enough places to put all the books I own.  God, in His kindness and providence, saw fit to make me the wife of a cabinetmaker.  Handy, isn’t it?  Whenever I get really desperate for shelf space, I just say, “Honey, could you please build me another bookshelf?”  And my very talented and generous husband whips one right up.  In fact, he just installed a brand new bookshelf in our schoolroom over the weekend.  I spent most of Saturday afternoon, as well as some of today, reorganizing my many volumes and placing them on my (at present) three floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.  The trouble is, now every shelf is full, including the newly-installed set.  (Hmm, I think I’m running out of walls to place bookshelves on…)  Of course, I could never simply stop buying books—what fun would that be?  I’ll just have to keep my husband busy in his shop on the weekends....