Colm Tóibín’s library and workspace. Photo via.
I think Colm’s library is my favorite because of the floor-to-ceiling shelves–but Kipling’s cuts a close second because of all the wood paneling and beams and Pullman’s is wonderful because he has books stacked on the floor and I can absolutely see that happening in my library and then there are the oddities, like Agatha Christie’s low shelves and the busts in Faulkner’s library (Don Quixote, I know, I know) and that spookiness of Twain’s library, but probably because the photo is B&W and the view Dickens had and the way my breath sucks in when I see Her, Anne Sexton, in Her Space—O marvelous lady. I could peek into such libraries all day, way too easily—so you go, now—click the link at the top of the page and peek—you take over. I must be one with the armchair and write myself into a library of my own.