There is not a room is my house that is not touched by the writings of an author of some sort. Be they well know or not. Technical, fantastical, fictional, scientific, dramatic, autobiographic, historic and the list goes on. If you want to know it, I probably have a book in which you can read it.

My public display houses three sets of encyclopedias. Collier’s, Brittanica’s, and The American People’s. Alongside these sets, you will find many titles by psychic Sylvia Browne. There is also a wooden box filled with various arrowheads on this particular set of shelves; odd that it has found a home here.

My central shrine has its home in my bedroom. Nothing but books here. To list all the titles would be a challenge in itself. There are two more sets of encyclopedias, Vampire the Masquerade guides, Animorphs, Vampire Academy series, Good Magic, Life as We Knew It and Mysteries of the Unknown.

This is, as “they” say, just the tip of the iceberg. But, I promise, not a single page in my collection is “dog eared.”