The loveliest, most history-filled library might be the Bodleian in Oxford, with its Duke Humphreys ceiling in the Divinity School, and the round Radcliffe Camera:
You actually have to take an oath to use it, not to bring in food or liquids, or to deface the books, or light fires with the pages. Really.
The highest library in the world is on the 60th floor of a luxury hotel in Shanghai.
It towers above street level at 7 feet, 6 inches, and is open to the public.
But you’d want to take the elevator: it’s 1,435 steps up the staircase!
I wonder which languages the books are in? It’s a Marriot, I believe, so there should be a huge selection.
Auntie M is a library fan, and these buildings hold special appeal to me. (OK, maybe not this tall one, but you get my drift). Giant repositories of all those delights that await me. Stories and legends and lives to be explored. Lose me in the stacks and I might never emerge.
For a great blurb about books you can smell and hold in your hand, check out the Screw Iowa website and read the Pub Crawl on Kindle~it will getcha going!
Auntie M will leave you tonight with these words from Eudora Welty:
I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them–with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smsell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.
A woman after my own heart! You rock, EW!