The bibliophile's dilemma?

On the theory that I might have an easier time cleaning my room if books weren't lined up in shaky towers on my desk, piled askew on my bureau, and poking out of the drawers where I supposedly keep my clothing, I decided to start today's cleaning project by sorting my personal library.

Seven hours later, I have discovered half a dozen volumes I'd thought I'd lost, twenty more that I'd utterly forgotten about, and at least four books that actually belong to cryptoquip. (Hey, let me know how you want me to get them back to you!) That said, my room isn't noticeably cleaner, and I still don't have enough shelf space. I suppose I could sell or give away stacks of novels and textbooks that I don't use any more, but I'm not ready to bring myself to do that yet.

Meanwhile, I'm going to stare at the computer for a little while so I don't have to look at the pile of books on my bed that still need to be placed. Or maybe I'll stare at the middle shelf of my second bookshelf on the wall, the large one that's entirely full of books on manuscript studies and palaeography. That shelf makes me happy.