There is a rule in the house which I try to make everyone (read hubby) follow: everything has a place and there is a place for everything, except books (which my husband reminded me when I kept nagging him about few of his things lying around for a few hours). He pointed out the many books and magazines I have all over the place.
Ah, I digress!
I deeply care about my books. In the picture you can see one of my bookshelves. My favourite timepass is to organize / reorganize books, and stand in front of my bookshelf and look at the wonderful collection I have. Until some time back, when my shelves were not overflowing like this (double parking, as you can see), they were divided as per genres. Even now, to some extent, I maintain that.
The top most shelf has biographies, autobiographies and memoirs. The bottom-most has mythology inspired literature; and so on.
Earlier I would also take them all out in the balcony for airing. Even now, cleaning my bookshelves (or cleaning in general) is therapeutic for me.
You would also not find my books lying around. They are handled and kept properly.
Even this bookshelf was a gift from my husband. We had been discussing about getting a new bookshelf identical in dimensions and look as our wardrobe so that we could keep it in our bedroom; but I could never imagine that he would do all the planning, get it perfectly made and also get it delivered at 12 am on my birthday. When somebody came at 12 o'clock and my husband ushered me into another room, I thought it would be the usual birthday cake but this was out of the world. It has been the best gift of my life yet. It still gives me the thrills :-)