When we moved in, the neighbors daughter was curious about the “new ones”, and asked if she could help.

I told her that I would be putting the books on the shelves the next day, and she promised to come over.

I don’t know what she expected (when we visited them, I never saw a book in their place), but she was shocked when she saw a large pile of boxes. I had just finished installing the first wall of shelves, and told her that we would have to sort the boxes out, only about 10k books were for the living room, the other would go up into the studio…