There was a bookshelf on either side of the window.

Beside the bed was a bookshelf with a reading lamp.

There was a bookshelf, crowded with old volumes, mostly on matters ecclesiastical or theological.

There was a bookshelf haphazardly saturated with fiction of every description, and a clock radio.

There was a bookshelf to the left.

Along one wall was a bookshelf full of manuals and a three-drawer file cabinet full of warranties.

There was a bookshelf lined not with poetry, or works of antiquity, or religious books, but with ledgers, atlases, price guides, and records.