My bookshelf is nearly always empty.
No, it’s not because I don’t own many books.
It is because every crack and crevice of my room is filled with books.
Yes, I know.
My most cherished books (Peter Pan, Inkheart, Inkspell, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Mysterious Benedict Society, Eclipse…) are on the “bottom shelf” of my desk.
The books that I purchased more recently are kept on top of my desk.
Books that I’ve started but didn’t finish because I started reading Twilight again cover my keyboard.

And, if anyone takes any book from its place, I know immediately.