I Don’t Think There Is One Easy Solution
I recently moved homes and as I had been living in a smaller place a lot of my books had been stored in boxes. This to me was a great tragedy, but now I have the space to have most of my books proudly displayed on bookshelves. In fact rebuilding the units and unpacking my books were the first things I did. (It always is when I move.)
My first very important rule is: only books on a bookshelf. I can’t cope with books and then ornaments or “stuff” placed in the remaining space in front, and books should not be put lying on their side resting on the tops of the correctly shelved ones. Some people’s arrangements can make me come out in hives!

To me this is all to be taken for granted, but I then hit upon the issue of how would I arrange my books? In my previous home, when I had the space to do it, I’d had this odd system of arranging my books by size, I’d done this for years. I liked the nice lines on the shelves. Where possible I had tried to buy books by the same authors in the same format so that they could all sit together, I had achieved this with my John Stienbecks and Graham Greenes but there were others that I had had to split. My James Herriots had on odd one out and there was so much difference in my Agatha Christies it was murder trying to organise them.
The thing is I’m not alone in this odd habit. During the first lockdown BBC News reported that a cleaner in a library had rearranged all the books, also by size. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-suffolk-52412655. Forget Dewey Decimal this makes more sense to me.

However as my book collection is now so random I’ve decided to rethink things. Alphabetical order doesn’t seem right so I’ve gone by subject, although I’ve still mostly separated fiction from non fiction. Therefore all my books on Ancient Greece are together just before my collection on Rome, my copy of Colin Thubron’s In Siberia is grouped with my books on the history of Russia, whilst George Orwell sits next to my complete works of Winnie The Pooh (I’m not quite sure how that happened).
The problem was it felt more correct to put Aesop’s Fables and Homer with my non fiction on Ancient Greece than with my books on modern Greece. Where possible I tried to keep author’s works together so Down And Out In Paris And London is in non fiction but now so is Animal Farm and Keep The Aspidistra Flying, this seems ok, but my Bill Bryson books are scattered amongst my several actual book shelf units which is a bit of an annoyance and it was about here that I realised it was all falling apart.
Andrew Marr’s A History Of The World should really be next to A Short History Of Nearly Everything, but that didn’t work. Then in the fiction, which was originally ordered by location, I reached things like E.M Forster’s A Room With A View which is set in more than one country and don’t start talking to me about anthologies.

Of course at the end of the day I know where to find a specific book when I need it and no one is actually going to judge me on this (you’d better not) so I can live with it… and where possible they are still in size order, but I continue to find myself fiddling with it all every now then, shaking my head and questioning why I was so stupid to put that book there and correcting it.
The same works for everyone as I believe a bookshelf is insight into the person, not just the titles of the books on it, but how they are arranged; so frankly do what you want with what space allows, and don’t let anyone else tell you any different.
I’ll probably always be changing mine, but that’s fine because not only do I enjoy reading but also, now that I have the space to properly display them (of which I am very grateful), I have fun arranging and rearranging my collection, because basically I love books.
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