It was not a house, even though it looked like one from the outside. It was a library. There was books everywhere. On any available surface was a book, each with their own bookmark sticking out of them. And then we got to 'my' room, which wasn't any improvement on the rest of the house. Even there was two book cases, a rack up on the wall holding a Harry Potter series, and some books on the desk that stood before the window. I had never seen anything like this in my life. Some of the book looked like they had never been read. Others was really well-worn with age...