A few years ago I colour coded my bookshelf. My brain knows that my Asimov Foundation trilogy is white and my high school yearbooks are blue. It sounded like a good idea at the time.
I share this picture because I am reminiscent of my pre-baby days when I could display such delightful decorations. But alas, now, my books are a disheveled mess, tucked away in a bedroom far, far away.