My Night in a Living Library: A Book Lover's Paradise
My Night in a Living Library: A Book Lover's Paradise The brass bell jingled as I pushed open the door to "The Marginalia" – an Airbnb where Dickens might feel at home. Immediately, the scent of ageing paper and Earl Grey enveloped me. Floor-to-ceiling shelves groaned under centuries of stories, with wheeled ladders granting access to the upper realms. My host Eleanor handed me a key shaped like a quill: "Your bed's behind the Edwardian travel section. Mind the cats – they believe they're literary critics." Must Read: How I Overcame Social Anxiety Through Solo Travel . The Shelved Suite My "room" was a velvet-draped alcove with: ● A four-poster bed with Middlemarch bedside tables ● Reading nooks tucked into bay windows ● A secret door to a tiny balcony overlooking Bath's abbey That first night, I fell asleep to the whisper of pages settling – only to wake at 3am convinced Wuthering Heights' Catherine haunted the Brontë corner. Mus...