In Which I Obsess About Books

I love books.

You may have picked up on that.

But I do; I love them. The beauty of the written word speaks to me. I love the ideas they paint, how they move the soul, the art of saying something exactly how it should be said. I love curling up with a book at dusk with the sun glowing; darkening behind me and the inky cool night air flowing through an open window and being completely, utterly, entranced by a story. Books (and how I read them) are magic to me.

Old books are also magical. Perhaps even more so than regular ones. 

It was while pondering my years-long love affair with books that I realized our next house should be decorated with this interest in mind (I married a man who also likes books. Between our college collection,   our childhood conglomeration, and my recent thrifting, we have a ton. Possibly quite literally).

I'd like to have a house that makes reading easy. Meaning, a house with lots of windows, one or two quiet reading nooks and a plethora of throw blankets and pillows. And oodles of books, naturally.

Here are a few inspiring pictures culled, naturally, from pinterest. Each of them has an aspect that encourages one to pick up a book, find some tea, and get comfy.

 Let's look first at the importance of sunlight. There's something wonderful about reading near a window, especially one with a view. It's naturally relaxing. I hope the next house we live in has lots of windows where I can set up comfy chairs for bouts of spontaneous reading.

Sunlight, pillows, and floor to ceiling books. Ahhh. 

Secondly, I also like the idea of a hideaway; little nooks and crannies in a house that can (with a little creativity) be a quiet escape for a reader. Something about the wee room below says "haven" to me. It's cozy, and looks like it's situated above the rest of the house, making it slightly removed from the daily hustle and bustle.



And lastly, slouchy, comfy pillows. Just the sight of them makes me want to peel off my shoes, put up my feet and lean back into them. Preferably with a copy of Jane Eyre within an arm's reach.

Ahhhh!