I'd say, in the house right now, there are about a thousand books. In my life, I've had quite a few more, but really, didn't want to cling to things like Debbie Macomber books. (In case you don't know, that's a romance novel author. Ew. Hey, I was 12!) Never mind the LARP books I just gave away... etc etc.
2) The last book I bought?
The Last book I bought that actually came into this house AND was read in toto would be The Value of Believing in Yourself, an out-of-print favorite from childhood which I just discovered was writen by the "Who Moved My Cheese" guy about whom I will have to rescind my previous "hope he dies in a fire" sentiments. The last book I actually purchased which has not yet arrived was Opening the Musical Box: A Genesis Chronicle. What, did you think I was kidding about being obsessive?
3) The last book I read?
Other than the kids book mentioned above, I can't remember the last book I actually finished, like right down to the last page. I'm sure it was something terrible. The last book I performed the act of reading upon was Nadine Gordimer's Jump and other stories, with Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray a close second.
4) Five books that mean a lot to me:
Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel
Issues in Feminism - My introduction to feminist theory. I'm sure I could pick one of the texts that this books takes excerpts from, but honestly this has it all.
Asylum - The first book club book. Book club is special to me!
Little, Big - A recent find. Something I am going to re-read, which says alot, because I never re-read.
You're supposed to pass it on to specific people, but I am not into artificially limiting things like that today! So uh, if you want to share, please do.