Every room of this charming home was bursting to the brim with loving memories and topped off with a quirky charm that could never be duplicated, but as usual it was the library that captivated me the most. Tucked away in a quiet corner of this storybook house, there was sunlight streaming through wide windows, a bookcase stuffed with a perfect mixture of tchotkes and literature, and the window seat I’d dreamt of as a little girl (Damn you, Clarissa Explains it All and Dorothy Jane Torkelson!!). If I hadn’t been visiting friends, I would have continued reading this book and never left.