Whachya Readin'?

And here is bookcase number two. This one holds my more recent readings. (Clearly Henry Rollins is my favourite author because his words rock my proverbial socks off. Holla.) The bottom shelf houses my college textbooks that I couldn't bring myself to sell, as well as a handful of albums that didn't fit in my record cabinet.
I often wonder how the authors of these books would feel about who their book sidles up next to. Would Lou Reed be disturbed to know that his Raven rests beside Fred Rogers? I like to think he'd actually be quite pleased. On the other hand, I kinda feel like Bret Easton Ellis would be mildly horrified to find that American Psycho is cuddled up with Valley of the Dolls.