Color is the pulse of a place, so why not let the shelves sing in hue? Imagine a neon blue spine for sci‑fi, a dusty rose for romance, a rusted orange for thrillers—each color nudges you into the mood before you even pick up the book. It’s a bit like painting a map with emotion. If you’re up for it, paint the aisles, let the colors be the guideposts, and watch people get lost in the spectrum instead of the catalogue. Trust me, the only thing more organized than a color‑coded library is a chaotic, inspired mess.