I need space

Closet-turned-bookcase
to make room for more companions.

One solution is to resort to digital space. Here's an excerpt from a piece in defence of the e-book:
In practical terms it is all too easy to defend the e-book. We can buy a text instantly wherever we are in the world. We pay less. We use no paper, occupy no space. Kindle’s wireless system keeps our page, even when we open the book on a different reader than the one we left off. We can change the type size according to the light and our eyesight. We can change the font according to our taste. Cooped up in the press of the metro, we turn the pages by applying a light pressure of the thumb. Lying in bed, we don’t have that problem of having to use two hands to keep a fat paperback open.
I appreciate both the e-book and the, well, book book. Personally—and superficially—a point must be awarded to the former for allowing me to read titles I wouldn't want to be seen reading in public.

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