When I used to read Agatha Christy’s books, I’ve always stood still when it comes to library rooms!
In my imagination, THE library room was a spacious room; all walls are full of shelved books, including a desk, a ladder, and surely the comfortable leather fauteuil with a lamp by the side.
The scene would be perfect with a sunny window, but for no specific reason, it used to be a somber space whenever I imagined it.
Then through my life I have seen many examples in the movies, and in real life.
But none of them was similar to MY dream Library Room.
Then through my life I have seen many examples in the movies, and in real life.
But none of them was similar to MY dream Library Room.
I have been collecting books since I was a little girl.
I have also inherited a huge collection from my father, a journalist who used to travel and work abroad, and with whom I shared the love of my life: books.
At my parents’ house, we had an attic, full of books (probably my mother was annoyed by the never-ending stream of books, so a few found their way to that space above the bathroom).
So one of my favorite memories from my childhood, is when my brother lifts me up to the attic, that dark room smelling like humidity.
Sitting, searching for children books that may interest me.
Sitting, searching for children books that may interest me.
