Marrakech: and a tale of identity (and books)

I was looking at my book shelves and thinking how much theytold of me.  How they unraveled things.  How they deconstructed my past.

My birth

My birth
My curious upbringing (a book by my father)

My curious upbringing
My home

My home
My philosophy

My philosophy
My loves

My loves
My fascinations

My fascinations
My passions

My passions
My interests

My interests
My truths

  My truths

What books are on your shelves?  And what do they say about you?