the randomness of my bookshelf
Well. I have nothing to say in my defense. The other day I decided that I was going to reorganize my bookshelf, (cause that's what booknerds do, right?) I casually put some of my contemporary books in a pile. I thought they looked cute so I took a picture. And, of course, you can call me a basic girl for reading Rupi Kaur's poetry or some John Green books, but life is too short to care about such things. Here is my... contemporary edition? Then I thought that I could do the same thing with any other gender. BUT THEN I had a masive idea: what if I show the whole bookshelf? May I introduce to you the love of my life: my books, shelve by shelve. This is my Harry Potter shelve. First of all, I want to say that I don't support any of J.K Rowling's opinions, but Harry saved me in a particularly hard moment of my life. So it's so close to my heart, and... yeah, you can say that I'm a proud Ravenclaw. Then we have my whole childhood. The Neverending Story is still on