There’s something inherently glamorous about a piece of furniture that spins. Maybe it’s the faint memory of Bond villains in leather chairs, or perhaps just the satisfaction of not having to move your actual legs to begin the next chapter of that new Zadie Smith. Whatever it is, the rotating bookshelf is having a bit of a moment – and we may be biased, but we think it’s about time.
For many of us, the spinning bookshelf was first encountered somewhere between the Goosebumps section and the scent of over-laminated bookmarks: a squat, squeaky pillar in the corner of a school library, stuffed with dog-eared paperbacks and a general sense of wonder. Practical, yes. Stylish? Decidedly not.
