A favorite place to recharge.
|My Book Nook
It’s such a small room really. Designed by an architect who could not decide between a library or a den. One wall has an old stone fireplace with a carved mahogany mantle. The wall opposite is nothing but leaded glass windows overlooking the rear garden. The other two walls are lined floor to ceiling with shelves. While there are mementos from travels around the world and pictures of family from over the years, it is the collection of books that take up most of the space. Poetry. History. Art. Biographies. Mystery. Science Fiction. All of them arranged haphazardly on the shelves.
From my over-stuffed wing chair and ottoman near one of the opened windows, I can survey the gardens. I write by the light of the bright sunshine that floods the room and the scent of lilac and lily-of-the-valley carried in on a summer breeze. It is a comforting and comfortable room.
It is a room small enough to feel safe from the craziness of life, and yet large enough to accommodate all the worlds created to fit between the covers of my friends, my books.