Tidied bookshelves

Unable to decide what to write - or rewrite - next, I'm using today to tidy my writing space. The wheelie is now bulging with discarded crapola. I've a hefty pile of books for the Writers' Room at Edinburgh Napier University, and some slight sense of achievement. But another bookshelf remains unsorted, so - onwards.

P.S. Due to Freudian slippage of the fingers, I originally typed bookself in the paragraph above. Bookself = sentient book? A tome with an over-weening sense of its own importance? I wonder...