Spitting on the Dewey Decimal System: A Writer’s Confession
When the copacetic Kat suggested that I write about my shelving preferences for books, I blanched. My secret would be out. The devastating skeleton in the bookcase that I’ve been trying to hide for so long would be let loose into the world for derision. No more closing the door and hoping no one asks to take a peek. My shame would be revealed. And that shame is… I have no shelving preference.
Yes, it’s true. My name is K.A. Barker and I’m a writer with a collection of books that defies categorisation. (Hi, K.A. Barker!) Want to borrow How I Live Now? It’s between the dog-eared copy of Wuthering Heights and Terrible Tudors. Want to take a gander at the illustrated Grimms’ Fairy Tales? You could dig around for it in my bottom shelf along with the dusty Disney on Ice programs I’ve held on to since I was a kid for some unknown reason, or you could take a lucky dip in one of the many cartons I haven’t yet unpacked from my move last September.