Never let it be said that I'm completely sane. What else would a single gal get up to on a Thursday night but start building a fort from her books.
I've learnt three things from this exercise:
1) I really absolutely could build a fort from my books - those you see in the pictures to follow are the ones that were just stacked on various surfaces within easy reach. I didn't touch any one of the three bookcases I own that are triple stacked...
2) I have a vast thirst for all types of literature - most genres are represented in these piles: chick lit, contemporary, crime, thriller, science fiction, urban fantasy, straight up fantasy, tie in fiction, YA, children's.... Something for all, I reckon!
3) You need an engineering degree to stack books so that they don't fall down like some sort of hideous jenga game once past a certain height! There was one point I became in danger of looking EXACTLY like this picture that Sam Sykes kindly once drew of me:
So, without further ado, let me present some pictures of my fort building activities (yep, you can start shaking your head at my bizarre life right... about... NOW)...
The foundations of said fort (aka where it all started to go wrong - note the different sizes and shapes. If I'd only gone with just hardbacks *sigh* #chanceslost):
Hmm, using the small floor plan of my living room might have been another rooky error...
The walls creep ever larger:
The point where I started fearing for my life....
Not the most stable of forts, I think you'll agree. Have fun checking out my book titles, why doncha!
Here's another shot:
You know how I plan to entertain myself next? By leaving my mini fort up so that my housemate can stumble upon it on his return from a night out. It's okay, he already knows I'm mad *grin*
I dare y'all to make better forts than I! Report back, soldier!