Strange Bedfellows

We've just finished painting our big bookshelf (a mere four years or so after we had it built), so I have spent a delightful morning putting all the books back on in alphabetical order of author.

That always makes me laugh. Where else will one find Colin Dexter comparing notes with Chalres Dickens, Georgette Heyer cosying up to Russell Hoban, Virginia Woolf rubbing shoulders with John Wyndham, or amongst the plays Aristophanes and Ayckbourn seeking the last laugh, and PG Wodehouse exchanging pleasantries with Karol Wojtyla?