Corners: (idea taken from soulemama)

This is probably the most cluttered area in our house. It's a floor to ceiling book shelf, jammed into the corner by our computer. It's really not functional, and at first glance, to a stranger it may just look like a complete mess, but to me it's my little lovely corner. It's where I keep the only books I own, some I love and some I just have a sentimental attachment to. I have "The Art of Happiness" by the Dalai Lama that was my grandmothers. I haven't read it, but everytime I see it, I think of her. I have "The Color of Distance" by Amy Thompson. It was one of the only sci-fi books I've ever read, but I loved it, it is one of my favorite books. I read it on our honeymoon, and it always brings me good feelings when I pick it up. Then there are the depressed chic books "Prozac Nation" and "Girl Interrupted" I am drawn to depressed souls, if I would let nature have it's way with me I would be sleeping in a depressed state 24/7, but I fight it and win most of the time, these books pull me in and I can feel the familiar blanket of darkness flutter over me when I read them, it's scary and comforting at the same time. Then there are all my travel Journals "Baghdad Without a Map", "A walk in the Woods" "In a Sunburned Country", I love reading about others travels, they satisfy my need to explore and see other places until I can get around to doing it myself. I could go on but this is getting long. So, In short, this corner holds me, my loves and memories, my fears and dreams.