I keep promising myself to one day bring my books in Europe, North Africa and the US to a single location. I imagine every volume finally nestled in some final, all encompassing mythic library, like in Umberto Eco’s Name of the Rose, a booby trapped labyrinth filled with mirrors and secret passageways. There are however, a number of advantages in having your books scattered on the shelves of different collections, sometimes thousands of miles apart: the joy of rediscovery when you return after a longer absence, of stumbling across a volume you had forgotten you owned. The trouble is of course when you look forward to reacquainting yourself with certain books, and then seem to have trouble locating them, and you then assume (hope) that the volume in question is likely sitting on some shelf on another continent. (Where is my first hard back edition of Silence of the Lambs? Or what happened to the signed copy of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary?) I thought I would pick some books from my collection in Denmark at this point in time. I was going to add some pictures of graphic novels and comics as well, and maybe even mumble some words about each volume. But I think all these books below gave me a great deal of enjoyment, and just seeing them again, ignites all sorts of memories, fragments, sensations. I thought I would pick thirty or so books, snap some quick shots of them one snowy afternoon and put them here in alphabetical order.