Biblioklept posted the sixth in the series of book shelf photographs, featuring a stash of comic books.
My sixth post takes us onto the first floor hallway, where mostly eighteenth and nineteenth century classics gather. This is one of the few areas where S. and my reading tastes coincide, though I rarely read much from these shelves. I have insufficient patience for Henry James, though S. adores his work, and that of Wilkie Collins, who I have not read.
In addition to the classic fiction, the lower shelf is home to our old “how-to” baby books. I’ve always turned to books when needing guidance. Why those old Dr. Christopher Green books are still in the house I’ve no idea; S. and I are both guilty of following the old fraud’s counsel on controlled crying, though Green has long since renounced such advice.