What kind of Book Shelf Person Are You?

I’ve recently been looking for a new book shelf as I’m in great need of a place for my books. They are piling up everywhere and slowly taking over my room. I’m slightly worried that they will be the death of me by causing a tripping accident, but isn’t that the book lover’s dream to die a death at the hands of a book? No? Guess that’s just me then.

Anyway, book shelves! I was looking on Pinterest (the mother of all sites with the exception of Goodreads) and discovered there are so many kinds. There’s traditional, whimsical, practical, themed, big, small you name it. So I wanted to ask all of you, what kind of book shelf person are you?

Here’s a guide to help you decide:



Unique: You like the different, you like the intriguing. You want something that’s going to steal the focal point in the room. Your book shelf gets comments like: “I’ve never seen anything like that before”, “That’s one of a kind!” and “Did you get that from a dump?”











Whimsical: You like something fun, something that represents your creative side. This book shelf tends to say that you believe in the impossible. Your book shelf gets comments like: “What a fun way to display books”, “It makes me think of Alice and Wonderland” and “It feels magical”.










Traditional: You tend to go for a more classic look, a familiarity if you will. This book shelf does justice to the old-time libraries when gargoyles were rampant in the height of the gothic era. Your book shelf gets comments like: “What a majestic book shelf”, “It’s so elegant” and “Is that the first edition of Wuthering Heights on the top shelf?”










Practical: You tend to think reasonably, you want something easy to reach and well-organized and probably go as far to organize your books according to genre, author and color. Your book shelf gets comments like: “It looks very organized”, “I love the step stool you provided for convenience” and “Do you have OCD?”








Themed: You want to represent yourself in a more literal form. You want everyone to know what you love and you tend to be extremely passionate. Your book shelf gets comments like: “Wow, I can see you’re a big fan of ____”, “You must really like ____” and “You’re a bit obsessed with ____, aren’t you?”










Homemade: Forget spending your money, you’re a doer. You appreciate the value of things you build far more than things you buy. You like that warm look. Your book shelf gets comments like: “I wish I was as crafty as you”, “Wow, you can’t even tell its homemade” and “Awww, how sweet of you to display your son’s school project”.






I like to think I’m whimsical but knowing me I’d probably actually go for something practical.

So what kind of book shelf person are you? Share it below and happy reading!

This post has been added to Oh, Chrys and The Fiction Conniption‘s Let Discuss! meme. Check out other discussions that have been linked up this week here.

The First Book Store Trip

thToday’s the day.

You leap out of bed giggling from happiness. You rush to the kitchen because your mom says breakfast is the most important meal of the day though you really believe that slot belongs to snack time. You get your “special” bowl that is shaped like the head of Minnie Mouse and fix yourself some cereal, all while wishing chocolate pudding was an acceptable breakfast item.

Then your mother walks in already dressed for the day which only makes you more excited.

“Today’s the day!” you tell her except it sounds more like “Trdaeschda!” because you still had cereal in your mouth.

Your mom smiles and reminds you not to talk and eat at the same time and also to wipe your chin.

You finish your cereal in record time and run down the hall to get dressed. You picked out your outfit last night so that no time would wasted today. When you’re all dressed and ready to go you and your mom head out the door.

You can’t help but bounce in your seat as your mother drives. You’re entire focus is set on what it’s going to be like; what will it look like; what will it smell like; will everyone be able to tell it’s your first time? Then– doubt hits you. What if it isn’t everything you imagined it would be? It could be too small, or too crowded or filled with a bad smell– no, you think as your mom pulls into the parking lot and you gaze at the entrance, it’s going to be perfect.

“That’s the book store mom?”

“Mhmm, what do you think?”

I look at it again, “Wow.” I answer, because nothing else justifies the monumental building in front of me. You take your mom’s hand as you walk through the glass doors because though most of what you feel is excitement there’s still a small part that is afraid of being let down.

Then you see what’s on the other side of those glass doors and you’re filled with awe. Everywhere you look books welcome you. There are giant bookshelves that shape the landscape and tables scattered every few feet and best of all they’re all filled with books. You let go of your mom’s hand now that all doubt has been vanquished.

You wander down the first aisle trying to see everything but overwhelmed by all the colors. And what’s the smell in the air, is that coffee beans? You look around in bewilderment and finally your eyes match the source. There’s a coffee shop in the book store! You don’t drink coffee yet, but the smell instantly makes you think of Sunday mornings when you’re bed head ridden father puts on a batch and sinks into the sofa to turn on football. The smell makes you feel welcome, makes you feel home.

You walk down to your favorite genre of books. You let your fingers trail the spines and spend a few minutes basking in the presence of wonderful stories. Another person walks to your area. They gaze at the book shelves and you can tell just from their eyes that this is a person who loves books as much as you do.

The pair of you are instant friends and soon you’re sitting on the squishy carpet in front of your favorite books sharing what you like about them. (She’s team Jacob but you forgive her). A few hours go by like this when you’re mom gives the signal that it’s time to leave. A wrinkle appears between your brows and you let out an over-the-top sigh. This is almost as bad as leaving Disneyland, you say to yourself, almost.

“Bye” you say to your friend. She smiles and waves and goes back to reading her books and you realized you’ve never been more jealous of a person before that moment.

You place your picks on the check out counter as your mom pulls out her credit card with an amused face that just sets the wrinkle between your brows deeper. You try to smile back at the book store clerk but it’s hard when you’re so sad.

You go out the same glass doors and you can’t help but think of how just a few hours ago you didn’t know what the inside of a book store looked like and you take your mother’s hand.

“Did you like it?” She asks.

You look up at her, “Loved it.”

Though my first book store trip wasn’t quite like that (it involved me throwing a fit) it was still just as magical, as I’m sure it is for everybody that wears an official bookworm badge.

What was your first book store visit like? Share it below and happy reading!

This post has been added to Oh, Chrys and The Fiction Conniption‘s Let Discuss! meme. Check out other discussions that have been linked up this week here.