Exactly. I just built a bookshelf with my dad that's absolutely gigantic--it's taller than I am by, like, a foot and a half and I love it and all my books ACTUALLY FIT (or at least I think they do...there's still a few scattered around the house
Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can read in one fleeting lifetime. A good book resting unopened in its slot on a shelf, full of majestic potentiality, is the most comforting sort of intellectual wallpaper.
Then I became the kid the teacher yells at to put the book down and pay attention in class. Now I am the teacher who forgets there is a lesson plan and lets the silent reading 10 minutes of class become the entire class!