I know some people consider one shelf of a tiny bookcase to be a library. Or not to really have use for more than that amount of books. Others have an entire room devoted to nothing but books. And quite a few of us fall somewhere in between.
My current library room is also my craft room. One end has my desk with my computer, (and a fan for hot days!) and a glider rocking chair to curl up in to read. The rest of the room is filled with bookcases. I have 8 that are not-quite floor to ceiling, and 4 others that fall into a more ‘normal’ bookcase height range. Not all of these have books on them, but most do. One bookcase is devoted entirely to my ceramics and craft supplies including paint. (Yarn is kept in 2 fairly good-sized covered baskets, not on the shelves!)
One has DVD’s on the top half because Dad decided one day it looked too empty and unloaded a box of them into it. And 3 are empty waiting for me to fill them with books.
But even with this room of them, it isn’t my ideal library. So what do I dream of? I can’t remember the name of the book, I can’t remember the author or even if it was adult or middle grade. I can’t even remember how many years ago I read it. But there was a library in it you see. A wonderful, magical library. The bookcases were built into the walls, and they went from floor to ceiling. I can’t remember how many levels there were, or if it was just one story.
But the bookcases were carved with scroll-work and pretty designs. And if you put your hand on a special plate near the end of a shelf, the books would shift. They would slide down as though they were on a magical conveyor and an entirely NEW shelf of books would appear.
There was a podium in the center of the room, and on it was a large leather bound book. You would walk up to it, touch the cover and state out loud the kinds of information you were looking for. And the book would open and list the titles and which shelf they could be found on.
There were also lots of places to sit and read, with squishy chairs and window nooks, or tables to study on. And that would be my ideal home library. I’m not sure I’d actually ever leave it if I did have such a place in my house. But I would be perfectly happy there.
Do you have a vision of your perfect home library? Is it a library from a favorite book (or multiple ones smooshed together to make the perfect one?) Do you already have your ideal library?