On My Bookshelf, No. 1

I have what builders call a “plant shelf” in my master bedroom.  When my husband and I first moved into our home thirteen years ago (today!), I had no idea what to put on that shelf.  I tried some leftover wedding flowers and random plants, but it didn’t look good at all.  As I began collecting books, because I finally had a place to store them, I realized that they would look good on this plant shelf.


For the next few months, I’m going to share with you the titles of the books that are on this plant shelf, ten at a time.  On it, I keep books that I’ve read and liked more than other books.  (You could even say that most of these are favorites.)  I find their presence there comforting.  I recognize them, even without being able to see the type, from their colors and heights and placement. They are my friends. And sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly lonely or self-pitying, I look up and remember that I have many friends, and all of them wait for me within the books of this shelf.

I have previously posted about my many bookshelves here and here.

Today’s first ten books, on this particular shelf, are the following.


Our Sister Killjoy (1977) by Ama Ata Aidoo

Watership Down (1972) by Richard Adams

The Inferno (1555) by Dante Alighieri

Two or Three Things I Know for Sure (1995) by Dorothy Allison

A Simplified Map of the Real World (2013) by Stevan Allred

How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents (1991) by Julia Alvarez

The Blind Assassin (2000) by Margaret Atwood

The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing (1999) by Melissa Bank

The View from Pompey’s Head (1954) by Hamilton Basso

A Place Where the Sea Remembers (1993) by Sandra Benitez