My house is absolutley positively jam packed with books.
This is the baby's book case. He has gotten 15 new books in the past week (most of them are spread all over the living room; only about half are in the book case shown here.
And this is my night stand. Yes, it's a mess. And tonight I don't care.
I have three teacher textbooks, a Jody Picoult book I saw done as a speech piece this year that I want to read, a notebook, a book of poetry, my "comfort book" that I just like having close by when I don't feel good (The Alchemist by Paulo Cohelo, you should read it) and I don't even know what else. (and YES, my running shoe insoles are also tucked in there. Like I said, it's been a long couple days.)
I was reading one of the mom bloggers recently (I can't remember who) and she was talking about how one of the things she refuses to declutter and pare down is her children's books. I have no desire whatsoever to get rid of a single book that I own (and I have probably 15 boxes in the basement besides the ones on my shelves). I'm an English teacher. Books are what I love.