Eating Books
In our still newish apartment, we have a dining room, which completely and absolutely rocks. I have never had such a thing in my 12 years of living in New York City. Having the table in the middle means that the wall space can be used for–you guessed it–books. I love the way the bookshelves look in the room, but all the books are kind of distracting. We had out-of-town guests last night, and as we sat around the table this morning I was watching…