The Bookshelf

So I've finished with uni for the semester and all the good TV shows have finished for the season. Now I'm feeling a little lost. What do I do with all this free time in the evenings? I'm not a party animal, the weather is too cold to be going out exercising and I've read all the books in my house. Except two. Hmmm. The first one was sent to me by my Grandmother in California. Its a book of poems by Longfellow called Evangeline. I've never been into poetry especially. I means its all very romantic and whimsical but who actually understands it other than the writer. Poems seem to require large amounts of analysis to understand them. A definite turn-off for me. This is the reason I placed the book in my bookshelf without reading it. To be fair I put it on the special shelf. The shelf in my office where I keep all the books that have meant something to me over the years. It's a bit sentimental I suppose but it always makes me smile when I catch a glimpse of the books on that special shelf. I know that if I were to go over and explore it I would find not only books but memories of people, love and life. So that's where I put the book from my Grandmother. I placed it between The Deerslayer and a Nancy Drew book, The Mystery of the Brass Bound Trunk. The former, by James Fenimore Cooper, was my dad's favorite book and the latter, by Carolyn Keene, was the first book I ever read. With this in mind it's a pretty important position on the bookshelf.