…well, they’re full of lots of things, really – a good 400 books and over 250 authors. But some are clear outliers in my anal-retentive meticulous books-by-author list. Bill Amend (Foxtrot) and Bill Watterson (Calvin & Hobbes) have 6 collections apiece on my shelves; Orson Scott Card (Ender/Bean series) also contributes 6 volumes thus far. G.K. Chesterton and Stephen Lawhead each wrote 7 books currently in my possession; Tolkien wrote 8 books in 6 volumes; and J.K. Rowling 9. Shakespeare’s 38 plays comprise one big volume and 8 of them are in smaller volumes (not to mention a collection of poetry).
But hands down, the most-represented author is C. S. Lewis, with 13 works of fiction and some 19 volumes of essays, scholarship, apologetics, and general good sense.
I could carry on telling you at what age I acquired each book, or which channel in particular brought it to me. I could send you ‘round to read my thoughts on Lewis and didacticism. I could quote Till We Have Faces or The Four Loves or Perelandra or any of the rest until I were blue in the face.
There are a lot of things I could do. Right now, I shall share a picture of the man responsible for the availability of so many of Lewis’s words: Dr. Walter Hooper, a sweet man and Lewis’s secretary in the months preceding his death. He has published a number of Lewis’s poems, essays, and letters posthumously. To an extent, that means he is responsible for the bounty of my bookshelf.
So here’s to him, and to Jack, and to a shelf-ful of delights!