My ultimate life goal is to have a private library in my house. Think the Beast’s library. Think the Baudelaire’s library. Think the library that hosts Bryaxis. It’s going to be huge.
There’d be so many cozy aspects to the library to make it my ultimate dream escape.
Obviously, you’d get to the library via secret passageway, because that’s cool.
There’d be a coffeemaker and tea kettle in the corner so hot drinks are readily available.
The bookshelves would be so tall you need a ladder on wheels to travel down them. You can hide behind the shelves on armchairs or bean bag chairs.
At one end, there will be a wide window looking onto a garden, complete with a cushy window seat decorated with pillows.
There’d be a cat or two freely roaming around and curling by readers.
And, this I’m not sure about, but maybe some sort of desk or table somewhere for writing. Tell me, what’s the difference between a raven and a writing desk?
Living For Literature 