The person who posted the video says this directly under the YouTube post:
After organizing our bookshelf almost a year ago (http://youtu.be/zhRT-PM7vpA), my wife and I (Sean Ohlenkamp) decided to take it to the next level. We spent many sleepless nights moving, stacking, and animating books at Type bookstore in Toronto (883 Queen Street West, (416) 366-8973 ).
How delightful! I just discovered this thread while looking to see if there was a place to make a post about my repurposed bookcase. The video in the original post is very clever, and your comments are most interesting. Bjd, I wonder, did you ever make it to the bookstore?
I hope it's okay if I post about my bookcase here, since it will also serve to resurrect this old thread. Perhaps we can discuss bookcases or bookstores?
I have had an ancient bookcase for about thirty years. It was one of the pieces left inside an old lake house we purchased. Many years before that, someone painted it a pleasant l"antique" green and the wood has some interesting-looking details to it. It's probably not worth much of anything except to me, especially since I hauled it into my classroom when I first started teaching.
The bookcase joined me at my first school in 1992, and then traveled on to the high school where it served me well in a succession of three different offices. I usually kept personal items on my bookcase: a few family photos, a ceramic piece my son made me, framed needlework made by a close friend who died a long time ago, a tiny little pressed flower with a thank you note from a student, and lots of my favorite books.
When I retired I brought the bookcase home and stuck it in the garage. It's had a sad look about it that has really bothered me. I had not been able to figure out a place to put it until tonight. Now I think I've found the perfect spot. It fits very nicely in a back hallway, and now I have somewhere to store all the travel books and magazines I've accumulated over the last few years. I am more than thrilled!
If I had been purchasing physical copies of books, instead of downloading to my tablet during the last few years, that bookcase would be completely filled, Bjd.
I'm such a sucker for books and, since mold in older books tends to aggravate my sinuses, I prefer new ones. It could become an expensive habit if I let my book compulsion get out of hand. Recently, I found myself getting very excited about being able to visit the fantastic bookstore located not far from S's New York City apartment in a few weeks. I plan to scan their travel section. The last time I was there to buy gifts I ended up buying at least three paperback travel books for myself.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Jan 31, 2018 9:42:41 GMT
Something we were chatting about on the tv thread made me think do you think that your reading matter, your taste in genres has changed much as you have grown oldermatured? I grew up in a house full of books, the fifth of six children. This meant that not only did my older siblings teach me to read before I started school at five, but I also had their books to look at. Alice in Wonderland, Rupert the Bear, The House at Pooh Corner, Wind in the Willows and a shedload of Enid Blyton books for young ladies ( In the Fifth Form at Mallory Towers was lapped up by a confused six year old )
My parents would bring me a book home when they went to the library but I didn't get to choose my own until I was about seven. The Narnia Chronicles, The Hobbit and Alan Garner books like Elidor were my choice.
In my teens we had so many set books I didn't have much time for reading for pleasure. I suppose that I enjoyed D.H. Lawrence in my tortured adolescence. I hated Dickens, Conrad and Thomas Hardy (aside from Far From the Madding Crowd, which I loved) but gobbled up the Brontes, Jane Austen, Thakery and (of course) Shakespeare. I also enjoyed poetry, Ted Hughes and the Beat Poets being favourites.
I had different favourites as I got older...what books did you love as a youngster?
Tarka the Otter, any Jack London and then Dennis Wheatley. I don't really do poetry, nor Shakespeare or most of the classics. Lawrence I read because he was local and understood the dialect/surroundings. Same with Alan Sillitoe. Later I moved on to Science Fiction and read most of the standard Arthur C Clarke and other well-known authors. Later on still I hoovered up numerous real life adventure stories about the explorers everywhere.
Does anyone remember "Arthur Mees Children's Encyclopaedia".I think there were 20 huge volumes with sections for fine arts, history, learning French, all the sciences, puzzles...the lot! Over all was "The Empire" and a very jingo-istic tone. Excellent photos started me 'reading' the books before I could read. I must have read all of the set about 8 times and can still see some of the pages in my memory.
Travel! Set out and head for pastures new[br] Life tastes the richer when you’ve road worn feet.[br]Ibn Battuta[br]
Post by patricklondon on Jan 31, 2018 13:02:07 GMT
Hand-me-down books: one of my brother's (this'll date him and me) called Bulgy the Barrage Balloon. I have not the faintest recollection of what Bulgy got up to*, but I'm sure he never let himself down [insert old joke of your choice].
I too was taught to read early and one of the first disappointments of primary school was having to read a book again because I got through it too quickly, but happily I was soon introduced to the public library as well as the school's stock. I remember Worzel Gummidge, Just William, Margot Pardoe's Bunkle series, Swallows and Amazons, and lots of Geoffrey Trease's Bannermere series and his historical novels. I don't honestly recall Enid Blyton or old-style "school stories" (apart from some of Billy Bunter).
*Good Lord, Google turns it up: it was by Enid Marx, who was a very well-known and influential designer of, among other things, seatcover textiles on the buses and Underground
Although I read less now that I spend time at the computer, I still read a lot and have always done so. I have been going to libraries forever and we also have lots of books at home.
I try not to read sauce bottles but one of my great pleasures is that I usually get up before my husband in the morning and can peacefully read the New York Review of Books over breakfast. For many years I read the paper but have stopped my subscription.
My reading tastes have definitely changed. I used to like science fiction when I was young but don't read any at all now and haven't for years. And I have also decided that life is too short to read books that I don't like so feel no qualms about putting them down after a few chapters. This is unlike books that I have a hard time getting into but feel I will read at some point. Page 50 seems to be the stumbling block. Often when I go back I read the whole thing.
I am very happy that all my kids like to read. Interestingly, none of their partners are readers and tend to complain that there are too many books around.
I pretty much don't have to write anything in answer to the changing tastes question, since my answer would be almost word-for-word the same as Bjd's, minus her second paragraph.
Probably every true reader's tastes change in the sense that we get more demanding about the writing itself as we get older, and plot starts mattering less than style, character development, insight, etc. Of course, if those things exist in a speculative fiction book, I am thrilled to snatch it up and read it.