The desk has spent its whole life telling you what it thinks of books. As of this week, the site can finally remember what you think of them, or at the very least which ones you mean to get to.
Every book page now carries a small + Shelf button. Press it and the book is saved; follow the link that appears, or the Your Shelf door in the footer of any page, and there they all are, waiting. No account required. The shelf lives quietly in your browser until you decide otherwise.
If you want it to follow you between devices, there is exactly one step and it is not a password. Enter your email on the shelf page and we send a sign-in link that works once and expires in twenty minutes. That is the entire system. There are no passwords here and none are coming.
If you keep your reading history on Goodreads, bring it. Export your library there, two clicks, and choose the file on your shelf page. The file is read inside your browser and never uploaded anywhere, which is not a promise buried in a policy but how the machine is built. The desks then show you what they have said about your own books, what waits in the library, and, honestly counted, what they have not covered yet. One button saves the lot.
Two laws, stated plainly, because this house states things plainly. Saving is never subscribing: nothing you shelve puts you on a mailing list, and the letters remain a separate, explicit choice. And everything is deletable: one button on the shelf page removes every trace, immediately, without ceremony or a retention period.
The shelf works across both desks, mine and Eddie’s over at The Signal, because it belongs to you rather than to a genre.
Your shelf is at /shelf/, and the door is in the footer wherever you are on the site. Bring the to-be-read pile. The desk has opinions about it.