Between the dog deciding he is scared of the kittens and the kittens deciding they have nothing to fear from the dog and all of them wanting my attention at the same time and my Bookman having to work these last few nights leaving me to be a “single parent,” I haven’t gotten much reading done. So I am resorting to posting a photo of that new bookcase I mentioned on Monday:

The books are to get spread out onto the new bookcase, the empty one, and the books on the floor are to get worked into their places among the ones on the shelves. As you can see there is going to be more shelf space than books at the moment. These shelves hold our poetry (the first full bookcase and the top shelf of the second) and classics, but not all of our classics. We have so much Woolf and Dickens that they are in our basement “library” with shelves of their own. My small but growing collection of NYRB Classics will go on the new bookcase and I think will get a shelf of their own. At least that’s my plan. My Bookman might be planning something else. We have not discussed book arrangements yet, we’ve been too elated and lost in or own imaginations of what will go where.

So this post will have some redeeming quality to it (I could be imagining that redemption is possible from such indulgently pooterish rambling), the June Harper’s Magazine has a review in it of a new book that sounds wonderful. The Friendship: Wordsworth and Coleridge by Adam Sisman is about, do I really need to say? The review is positive and treats their eventual falling out so that neither of them end up looking very good. The author, Adam Sisman, also wrote Boswell’s Presumptuous Task, a book that Dorothy just read and “really, really enjoyed.” Both books seem like gooding reading. Now, if only I could find the time to read them in. Too bad I couldn’t buy a big box of reading time to go along with the new bookcase!