A Room Filled with Eternity: The Ultimate Sanctuary for Literature Enthusiasts
My dream space is one where the walls are lined with towering bookshelves, inviting and filled with a lifetime's worth of literature. As a lifelong book lover, the mere thought of having not just one, but an entire room dedicated to this passion is truly captivating.
The Vision: A Library Room
Imagine a room with wood paneling and built-in bookcases that continue around the corner, creating a seamless wall of books. Art work and sculptures would adorn the space, adding a touch of elegance and refinement. Large, high-backed chairs would provide comfort during those late-night reading sessions, paired with good reading lamps, and small side tables for a glass of something comforting like cream sherry. The room would be a tranquil haven, void of telephones or any sources of disturbance, ensuring the serenity needed to become immersed in a good book.
A Personal Journey
In one of the houses I lived in, I was able to bring this dream to life, at least partly. A built-in bookcase covered one wall of the living room, extending around the corner to cover the other side of the fireplace. It featured an elegant framed picture of an old cabin in a meadow, with a creek running beside it, framed against the backdrop of snow-capped Rocky Mountains. I adored this picture, but as my life became more nomadic, I decided to gift it to my mother.
The Legacy of Books
Even without the physical presence of the built-in bookcase, books continue to play a significant role in my life. Wooden bookcases in each room serve as a testament to my extensive collection. Over time, I have reread my favorites, revisiting the comfort and joy they bring.
Challenges and Insights
Occasionally, people ask if I have read all the books in my collection. Yes, I have, and I will always return to my favorites when the mood strikes. A memorable incident during a lunch with a friend and her guest serves as a reminder of the value of such spaces. The guest, my friend, was late in the day, and the conversation turned into a monologue about shopping bargains. I politely endured for a couple of hours but eventually had to excuse myself. The dinner guest suggested getting rid of the old books to make way for knick-knacks, to which I replied firmly, refusing to compromise my sanctuary of books.
The Realization of My Dream
In the end, my true sanctuary was not just a physical space. It was with my fishing pole, feet in the water, and a book in my hand. These moments of tranquility and connection to the world of literature are what I hold most dear.