EEK It’s all too much!

My house is littered with book shelves.
For example:
I custom built these shelves for the house we used to own, but couldn’t bring myself to leave them behind, so they moved with us.

Also

And
This is the hutch on the back of my writing desk.
(for those who are nosey curious, you can see the titles of the sort of things I have been using for researching my second novel).

Just for a change
The head of my bed also has a little light reading material taking a rest. My youngest mainly uses hers for homework and trophy storage.
I have to admit that there are a few more book shelves lurking in sections of the house that were just not tidy enough to spread across the internet (all this reading leaves little time for housework, that is my excuse and I am sticking to it)

So all this is lovely and we’ll never die of boredom for want of a book.

But we’re moving after only 12 months in this house. Yuk, Yuk Yuk!

As you can tell I’m a big fan of moving. NOT!

So all these wonderful treasures have to be packed along with all our other bits and pieces, odds and sods and the cat. The only saving grace is we're just moving suburbs, not interstate.

So far we have packed the books on the big shelves in the first piccie. They are big but also misleading. They are deep, so all of the paperbacks are stacked in two rows.
20 book cartons so far. From one set of book shelves!

Did I say 20?

So if I am a little inconsistent with blogging over the next little while please forgive me in advance. I'll be busy tearing my hair out.

Now just ‘cause I need to de-stress.
A headland near the famous Bell’s Beach.