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The only splashes of colour were my red comforter that lay across the bottom of my bed on top of black and white sheets and pillows and a few red scatter cushions. The absolute best part of the room was my bookshelf. It was an oak log that went from the floor to the ceiling with four corner shelves built around it. The shelves were stacked with books, a couple of decorative candles and a couple of stuffed toys. Beside it was and oversized bean bag chair that was so comfortable I could fall asleep in it while reading. "Not that I'm not happy to see you but why are you here?", I asked him. Brodie had moved over to examine the bookshelf and the titles it housed.

This one completely filled with curving shelves which were laden with heavy red and brown leather volumes, beckoning to share their knowledge. Ancient books. The wall before the first archway was dominated by the large fireplace which Bast usually tried to keep going as a welcome to guests. The mantle was decorated with ornate vinework, firelight twinkled off the design. Drawing to attention the single gilded rose centering it. Across from that was the plush red and gold chair. My favorite. And a light blue one which was an exact reflection of the red in the more subtle shade. For the comfort of visitors. The table between the two seats held a large bowl. Complete with small glass lid. Fille

“No? They have comfortable seating in the back, sofas and books for anybody interested.” “Books at a bar?” “Some stories require something more grounded than coffee.” He driven her to the back and it was like something out of a sitcom. Vintage furniture was orchestrated at different points, giving insinuate alcoves and crevices for individuals to talk or read. He coordinated her to a little table by the raise divider. Racks stacked from floor to ceiling, full of battered ancient books. A bow window neglected a little porch with an lit up pond. “This is so charming.” It was as if she’d ventured into a dream. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.

The difference is that Ben's unit adds a mezzanine aka an additional floor using half the height of the room for a bed without a bed so that the main floor has additional space. The most amazing thing for Maureen was the bookshelves made of wooden pallets painted the same color as the walls. White. The books were arranged as if they were floating when viewed from a distance. "Six days a week, you're just doing work and you go to the office almost every day sleepy. When will you have friends?" Again, Ben continued to tease her. The boxes that were brought in gave a thumping effect when placed on the surface of the round table in the center of the room. With no chairs or sofas in sight, Ben's

I didn’t need five minutes to get their attention, five seconds was enough. Bene pushed the door wider to allow me to enter and I sent him a grateful nod. The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft crackle of the fireplace as it cast a warm, golden glow over the space. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, stretching from floor to ceiling. The shelves were packed tightly with volumes of every shape and size. In the center of the room, a massive mahogany table stood like a monument, its polished surface worn smooth by generations of use. There were several papers strewn across the surface.

For me. "All these books....you have started reading?" I moved towards the bookshelf, looking at the collection in awe, running my fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the texture of the leather and the paper. There were classics, contemporary novels, and even a few non-fiction books that caught my eye. The shelf was beautifully arranged at the corner of the room with books that were arranged, neatly and meticulously. "Uh-huh," He shook his head, coming to stand behind me, "I thought you might like to read sometimes, that's why I arranged this setup."

The kitchen was a chef’s dream, outfitted with state-of-the-art appliances and sleek quartz countertop. A coffee table crafted from reclaimed driftwood stood at the center of the room, its weathered surface adding a touch of rustic charm. In one corner of the room, a cozy reading nook beckoned with a collection of books nestled on a wooden bookshelf. Delia couldn’t resist running her fingers over the spines, marveling at the eclectic mix of titles that ranged from classic literature to contemporary bestsellers. As she explored further, Delia discovered a hallway leading to the bedroom, which was a sanctuary unto itself, decorated in soothing colors and furnished with a sumptuous bed with cri

She nearly moaned in happiness. But she had been studying the floor. When she finally raised her eyes, she audibly gasped. “Perrin!” The giant fireplace, still marble, had once been stark and a focal point of the giant room. Now, it was softened with light wood framing, a welcome hearth to the small crackling fire at its core and sending casts of shadows amidst the furniture. But the fireplace was no longer the sole occupant of an empty well. Now, massive, floor-to-ceiling, bookshelves that extended like rolling planes from one wall to the other. And they were artfully filled, the leather of the shelves’ new inhabitants filling the air with whispers of beeswax and parchment. I had coordinate

I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I just planned to pick out a book that I could read while I wait up for Aleksandr to return. The moment I stepped inside I realized how truly beautiful the library was. There were dark mahogany shelves lining every wall, with a few small nooks with chairs where you could sit and read. Along the east wall I noticed a few small breaks for windows that allowed natural light to seep into the room without risk of damaging the books from too much sun exposure.