As far back as I can remember my father had a home library. That probably sounds grander than it actually is. Our home wasn’t that big so we didn’t have a proper library room or a study. We just had a lot of shelves in the living room and both in my own and my parent’s bedroom. The shelves were lined with books, top to bottom, in two layers in most places. That is to say, there was a whole other line of books behind almost every line of books you could see.