In the Library Hotel in New York City, www.libraryhotel.com, each floor is dedicated to a different category of the Dewey Decimal System, such as literature, science, philosophy and others, and each guest room to a specific sub-theme of that same system, such as performing arts, medicine, Eastern religions and poetry. Scattered throughout the rooms are more than 6,000 books. Wow!
There are hotels across this globe with other themes, such as an ice hotel in the Swedish part of Lapland or near Quebec City, Canada, and there are treehouse hotels in China, Sweden, and the Northwest, but I think a library hotel sounds quite the most delightful to me.
Meanwhile I am enjoying this one. Steve worked quietly here today before leaving for a meeting and we both enjoyed sharing his work. I went out and walked, just walked, without need or intention. It was lovely to let the differing neighborhoods wash over me. It is such a contrast and lovely to be out and about when the children in their various uniforms return home from school.
I received an email today from someone whose book was just rejected for the 45th time. I wonder if I have the stamina for that. Part of her rejections came when her agent sent it out, so I suppose that is less personal, but still, it is hard to imagine and it seems to be part of the game.
We are being taken out to dinner tonight so it is time to hop in the shower and clean up. I look out on the boats with their gentle pace. May mine be the same.