M and I have spent the past few years saving up to buy our first house. Our needs are fairly modest. We’d like an affordable place with a great kitchen, at least two bathrooms, a nice yard and hardwood floors. The one extravagance we seek involves size; the place needs to be at least 2,000 sq.ft. Why would two people want to live in such a large abode?

Books, my friends. We need space for all of our books.

M and I are avid readers and book collectors. Why, there’s not a room in our current home that doesn’t have books in it, and there’s even more stored in the basement. Yes, we do own Kindles, and yes, we will do a culling during the move, but I expect we’ll be transporting no less than 100 boxes of hardcovers and paperbacks to our new home.

Now I recognize that I would have to become immortal to have enough time to read all of the books I already own, let alone all of the books I check out of the library or plan to purchase in the future. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting more. Some people collect cars or shoes or clothes. Me? I just love books.

And when I allow myself to daydream, I imagine creating a sanctum sanctorum. Occasionally I’ll even browse interior design websites for ideas on the best way to set up such a space. In my wildest imaginings, I picture built-in bookshelves, a massive fireplace and comfy chairs for long readings. I’d also install a secret room behind one bookcase because let’s be honest, no home library is complete without one.

With nearly unlimited funds — I’m talking lottery winnings here — I’d also schedule an annual all-night shopping spree at The Strand for my birthday. The owners would be well-compensated to let us in around midnight and leave behind dozens of book bags to fill. Come morning, an employee would cash us out and prepare the massive purchase for delivery. Not only would such overnight adventures greatly enhance our personal book collection, all of our friends would receive literary care packages, too.

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