And by bookshelf I mean all three of my bookshelves, herp. And just the books - I’m saving the big boxes o’ random shit for another day.
But pretty pleased.
Left: mostly various degrees ranging from skiffy to sci-fi to science fiction to SF, with some fantasy and random YA shit thrown in (Lemony Snicket, looking at you). Also some horror, crime, mystery, thrillers. Arranged by author in clumps.
Middle: Top shelf is for mindfuck and ponderous tomes (stuff like Pynchon, House of Leaves, my heavy editions of Sherlock Holmes). Bottom shelf is nonfiction, arranged roughly by subject.
Right: Terry Pratchett gets his own shelf, sharing it with my lit anthologies. Then a shelf for /lit/ shit, aka the stuff they teach in class and I’m unlikely to reread. Bottom shelf is guilty pleasures - humor, puzzles, and some trashy-ass lit (PUBLISHED SMUTFIC OF PRIDE AND PREJUDICE FROM THAT PHASE OF MY LIFE) ahem.