My love affair with books started at the library. I didn’t own a book until I was eleven years old and I still remember the book my mum bought me and how excited I was to finally own it. They sit proudly on my shelf to this day. Thus my collection was born and it was a humble one for a long while, fitting on my windowsill- a time when my dad didn’t shake his head in despair as he does now.

Now it’s a collection I’m incredibly proud of, over 550 books. My dad has a go at me every time a book shaped package arrives and I’ve caught my mum trying to estimate the value of my collection more than once (as if I could ever part with my babies). My friends joke about never needing to go to a library when my room exists and I’ve (unsuccessfully) put myself on a book-buying ban multiple times. It’s funny how, as I grow older, I have more money to spend amassing books but less time to sit and read them.

Anyway, I thought I would share some photos of my bookshelves over the years and the difference three years makes!

My first bookcase was actually made from two short shelves hammered together back in 2016. I decorated it with fairy lights in a poor attempt to distract from the wonky shelves and the unsightly colour.

My higgledy-piggeldy bookshelves in 2016

I finally bought a much handsomer bookcase in 2017, and the two in my room made me giggle. On one side of the room was a tidy, new shelf whilst the other looked like it would collapse at any moment.

Newer bookcase in 2017

By 2018, the shelves were full to bursting, and the first born was on it’s last legs.

Newer bookcase in 2018

In 2019 I decided to treat myself to another bookcase to match the walnut coloured one. Out with old and in with the new, I destroyed the original shelf with some relish and discarded it. Two beautiful twin bookcases that would hold my collection in all it’s glory.

Extremely untidy bookshelves in 2019 – edited on VSCO with a grain effect

And then the collection just kept on growing until it was out of control and would no longer fit on my shelves and my mother finally gave in and let me store some in her sideboard in the living room. I have amassed quite the collection of children’s fiction (some of which I wrote reviews about), a particular interest of mine which partly stems from nostalgia, partly with my future children in mind and partly because I am a primary teacher who enjoys keeping up to date with current children’s fiction. In any case, these books did not need to be as easily accessible as say, the fantasy novels or the dreamy romances or the literary classes that I like to keep at hand.

So a few weeks ago, I completely rearranged my bookshelves and made a tiktok of the process! I was very proud of the results I must say!

Before rearrangement (edited on VSCO with a grain effect)
Those shelves hasn’t seen the light of day in so long!
The final product! Bochra’s shelves circa 2020

I wonder where my shelves will be in a years time. I wonder if my dad will give up his disapproving lectures on how I’m wasting money. I wonder if I would have curbed my spending – somehow I doubt it – or if I would finally hit 600 books. Only time will tell!



  1. Aww, it’s so cute how you have photos of what your bookshelves looked like throughout the years! It’ll be so lovely to look back at what your first bookshelf looked like years from now when you’ve grown your collection

  2. I love this so much, and the fact that you remember exactly when you owned your first book 🥺💕
    your collection looks *chef kiss*

    • Thank you sooo much lovely! Incidentally, the first book I owned was also the first book I ever cried at. I’ll write a post about it soon!

  3. I feel inspired to read now, and I need this glow up in my life!!!! Can’t wait to read more i feel inspired 😭🤍


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