I have tagged books belonging to my husband that I wouldn't own if I hadn't married him "Husband's". I have NOT specially tagged books belonging to my husband that I might have acquired if I had not married him, or at least which don't embarrass me to own.

Just in case you were wondering.

All my husband has--that I know of :)--are various military-themed SF/Fantasy books. The smut is mine. And I can't claim I have Fanny in the house for her historical relevance.

I may adopt Flea's practice of labelling Mrs. Industries' books as such.

Does Mrs. Industries own a copy of "How to Analyze Handwriting?" That's the only one I'm actually embarrassed about (so far). Otherwise, I just don't want people thinking I know anything about Differential Equations.

I used to have that book, flea! It got donated in the latest purge just because I never really read it and was being strict in getting rid of stuff I probably was never going to read, but that's the only reason it's not in my catalog.

Actually, it's pretty easy to tell my books from Mrs. Industries's books, because mine are the books of a public policy wonk with an undergrad degree in philosophy and literature and hers are the books of a biologist in a book club that mostly reads chick-lit and young adult books. I'm not embarrassed about her books, but I've never read some of them. Those I've read were either great or (at least) ok.

So I'm mohmlet at Library Thing.

Curse that, "Hey, don't we have a cat thingy in the basement somewhere?"

Not that I've dug it up yet.

Mostly, adding books from memory.

I haven't decided yet if I'm adding Hubby's books to my library. I feel like a numbers whore pulling in books that live on another set of shelves that I don't bother with.

I can see that I'm going to lose most of my weekend to LibraryThing.

That's what happened to me last weekend!