The bane of any public library's life is those well-meaning donations. "Here, I found these encyclopedias from 1965 in the attic. Just brush off those spiderwebs before you add them to the collection!"
We smile in a pained fashion and take them. Then when the self-satisfied patron leaves, secure in his position as a Supporter of the Ahts and owner of a tax credit, we discreetly cart them to the dumpster.*
Well, no more! Fuse #8 pointed me at this freakin' cool site with various sculptures and things made out of books. Including bookshelves. My favorite is to the right.
*This is not to say we do not leap on new, shiny, barely-read books like wild dogs after a shard of meat. We just get so many more physics textbooks from 1973.