When I grow up I want a house. A pretty one in the city. On the beach. In a French village. At a lake. In the hills. Next to a Nepalese mountain. On Mars. One of those. Or all, because, you know, I’m on my steady way to becoming an billionaire.
In that house I want a slide next to my stairs and a ginourmous kitchen. I also want a room with books. Many books. I’m thinking like the library in Hogwarts. Like this;
Including the dusty ladders to reach the top books.
But I also want some modern bookcases, like this one.
Or this one.
Or these.
Or this one, which needs some explanation. It’s a staircase/bookshelf. The left picture is from the bottom of the staircase the right picture from the top. How friggin cool is that? Dirty, sure, but awesome.
Man, can you image that room? So wonderful and crazy and ugly with all those different bookcases. Right now I have two simple bookcases in my bedroom here at home, and I’ve colour sorted the books. That works so much better for me than sorting them randomly or by name, cause I always know what colour my books are. Like, the Heart of Ink series; 1 = red, 2 = green, 3 = blue, the Dutch versions at least. I totally did that without cheating, and maybe that is kind of crazy. Yeeeah. Not as crazy as wanting a room full of books though. And not as crazy as the guy who’ll have to live with me.
2 comments:
WTF is slulhourse ? And I want a room full of books too. I am working on that :P I sort them by how much I like them.
Slulhourse is the word I find more interesting than source :P Slulhourse is also the word that doesn't mean a thing.
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