Setting up my new apartment is a lengthy process, involving many cycles of shopping, positioning, evaluating, and making lists of what's still missing. But possibly the most important part--the one without which I couldn't have felt properly moved in--was moving and arranging the books.
The first part took a while to accomplish, spread out over two weeks and several stages, and mostly taking advantage of my brother's limited free time and strong back. Slowly, The piles of books started accumulating in my new place.
I spent most of yesterday sorting, forming teetering, alphabetized piles.
With more than 30 Discworld books, the letter P is the big winner of this construction project, though M (Miéville, Mitchel, McEwan, McDonald, Morgan), and C (Crowley, Chabon, Angela Carter) weren't far behind. I, O, and U had only one representative each (The Weight of Numbers by Simon Ings, The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien, Morality Play by Barry Unsworth), and poor Q and X are entirely absent.
And the final result:
This is the first time in years that I've been able to see all my books properly organized, instead of shoving them on top and in front of one another. It makes a nice change. And yes, your eyes do not deceive you--that's empty shelf space at the bottom. Something must be done.
(The final count, incidentally, comes to about 600--slightly less than I was expecting, actually.)