What would my dream library look like?
J you could not ask for a more perfect question. I was brought up in family where the study was a sanctuary where we went to sharpen our mind or lick our wounds. After all the perfect tranquillity in life, is found nowhere else but in a retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages—a special odour of knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing in it, i glance through the a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.—does this sound great. For me paradise is maybe a library with bean bags, and a coffee vending machine.
The ultimate would have been like the 50’s movie where have a roof to floor book self, one would need a ladder to access the books , fiction, philosophy, art, history, and mythology would be books covered.
When the time came for our own house it was an apartment so we did not really have a space for a library where we could wall ourselves from the outer world. So my husband and I created a space for our books. But we converted our balcony into a comfortable zone, where we can retreat into whatever world we want to traverse for the moment
despite being a tidiness fiend, I make an exception to my library–“A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.”