My kind of room
‘Books and books and books. And then, just when an observer might be lured into thinking that that must be it, more books.
Barely a square inch of wood or wall or floor was visible. Walking was only allowed by pathways cut between the piles of books. Treading these pathways with books waist-high either side was like negotiating a maze. Trefusis called the room his ‘librarinth’. Areas where seating was possible were like lagoons in a coral strand of books.’
From: The Liar by Stephen Fry (p. 51 paperback).