When I was young, I used to dream of living in a house made of books. Walls made of books, instead of bricks. Books stacked one over the other to form furniture. Books everywhere!
By the time I got a house of my own, I realized how impractical the dream was. Stacks of books have a tendency to fall over, and how do you pull out a book from the wall? The dream faded.
But now, I have something even better. I have a house of readers. Each of us happiest when lost in our own worlds- united by words!---------