Actually, I just started drooling when I saw the photo of this bookshelf on Noel's blog. When I was a kid, I always dreamed of having a house with a library like J. P. Morgan or Henry Huntington. Not the kind of perverse fantasy that one shares with the other kids on the playground.
My friend Mara was a librarian in her prior life before coming to California.
There's a shop in San Francisco that advertises in the print version of Poetry Flash with the most mouth-watering selection of wood bookshelves in all sizes. One of these days, I tell myself... but it's slightly more extravagant than treating myself to, say, an ice cream cone.
Bumpersticker of the day (seen at the Malibu Civic Center on Cross Creek Road:
CATS FLATTENED WHILE-U-WAlT