Whilst I’ve been at home, with most of my books, I decided to embark on a project which has been waiting for a while. In the true librarian spirit, I’ve been cataloguing my books. ‘Cataloguing’, in fact, is rather an inaccurate term – my project hasn’t taken the smallest bit of specialist knowledge, or in fact any knowledge beyond the title and author. And, if I can find the record, the date I bought the book and the date I read it.
Our Vicar’s Wife was most in favour of this project because it involved a lot of dusting – my shelves and books are now cleaner than they’ve ever been, and I have little folder books filled with cards with book details. Sadly I’ve now run out of them… which might prove an incentive to stop buying books. Of course it will do nothing of the kind.
Always happy to invite you backstage at Stuck-in-a-Book, here is the sort-out in the middle of its activity. Tomorrow I might unveil the undusty, organised and respectable looking rows of books.
As you can see, each author gets a card, and then their books on that card… so, once I’ve done the ones in Oxford, I’ll be able to tell you how many books I own and how many authors there are – that’s got you on the edge of your seats, hasn’t it? The difficulty will be updating it… especially when I run out of cards… Asda have stopped producing these little books, you see.
So far the author with the most entries?
Agatha Christie. There you are.