Yesterday I mentioned needing a new bookcase. Well, I didn't get one, but I did spend about an hour rearranging things so I could put more books on shelves (rather than on the floor, or criss-crossed on top of the books that are actually sitting on shelves). I do try to keep books in some sort of order: Pauline Family books on these shelves, books on St. Paul and his writings continuing from there, followed by... Ignatian stuff. And then Liturgy (which was already pretty together). I had a lot of work to do in Spirituality: keeping von Speyr and von Balthasar together (appropriate, don't you think?), Pieper (to me, he counts as a spirituality writer), others of that ilk. And then Merton books kept popping up one by one.
When I picked up a torn, ancient hardcover of "The Seven-Storey Mountain," I got thinking about various kinds of earthly treasure. (Today's Gospel is "where your treasure is...") This old book (older than I!) wouldn't fetch much on eBay, but it was the most treasured of the books I had handled so far. It had been Dad's. (I laid claim to the whole Merton library at home; it's just a matter of bringing them to Chicago bit by bit...when I get a bookcase!)
What's your bookshelf "treasure"? Why?