I started out as a Minimalist-Except-Books. I loved the idea of having a room full of nothing but them, spilling out of their shelves, towering in stacks towards the ceiling.

My vision has changed. I’ve gotten pickier. I no longer want just books, but a curated collection of favourites that I will want to dip into again and again. My clothbound Austens are lined up at my desk, awaiting my letter-writing project, with The Happiness Project and Madame Chic books laid on top. My hardcover American Potters have journeyed over to Scotland to cosy up by my bed, with a stack of fresh paperbacks to venture into for the first time.

I love my Potter-faced kindle, but prefer to read from real paper, supporting my favourite bookshops, and letting my eyes rest during bedtime reading. So when I finish a book that I enjoyed, but probably won’t read again, I think of a friend who might like it too…

I tuck a little note inside…

…wrap it up in Anthropologie tissue, tie with twine, and send it off to a new home.

surprise :)

P.S. more book arranging: Feng Shui for Bookworms