“When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.” (by farmgirl in flipflops)
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Home Library (Photo by srk1941)
More than anything, I covet a magnificent library. Picture of Odorico Pillone’s library
Á la Bibliothéque du Château de Groussay. Built in 1815, The private library of the Château de Groussay is located in Montfort-l’Amaury, France. The Château was by the duchesse de Charest, a daughter of Louise Elisabeth de Croÿ-Havré, marquise de Tourzel, the governess of the royal enfants de France of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette.
I believe in the magic of books. I believe that during certain periods in our lives we are drawn to particular books—whether it’s strolling down the aisles of a bookshop with no idea whatsoever of what it is that we want to read and suddenly finding the most perfect, most wonderfully suitable book staring us right in the face. Unblinking. Or a chance meeting with a stranger or friend who recommends a book we would never ordinarily reach for. Books have the ability to find their own way into our lives.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
books are life.
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