The best game in the Pandemic was judging people's bookshelves; the spectrum ran from little more than trinket shelves with a few books artfully placed (contemptible, obvs) to glorious, well-used working libraries groaning under the weight of double-shelving (flawless, no notes).
They're not to my taste, but anyone who has worked in a bookshop has experienced "I'm looking for a book; it's yellow and I think it's by Dickens ..." Maybe those people organise their books by colour.
I'd save the nukes for people who shelve their books spines-in to get a uniform colour. No mercy.
Fair point, but I’m more talking about the folk who buy a bunch of books because of the colour as a display piece in a magazine cover house, author/genre be damned.
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I'd save the nukes for people who shelve their books spines-in to get a uniform colour. No mercy.