That's my home growing up. The living room has always been dominated by bookshelves. When I visited from college on vacation breaks, I slept in a room with all walls, except for the door, covered by bookshelves. When my parents moved, I'm sure I carried other stuff, but I primarily remember endless trips down the stairs carrying boxes of books. Living somewhat on the move, my wife and I have chosen to keep only the best of the best books that we will read again and again and pass the rest on to libraries or individuals. A precious few get to occupy the coveted bookshelves. But there is a sense of comfort being surrounded by books. I feel it in any library. If it were possible, I would just settle down permanently in an aisle, pull out a book, and begin to read. We've got boxes of books around the house for our two pre-schoolers. I really feel the need for some bookshelves. But I resist the temptation, knowing bookshelves can be habit-forming.