I open the door to another room and my heart pitter patters with delight at what I find. I don’t know where to look first. The walls of bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling. A gold chandelier that offsets the dark navy walls. Cognac leather couches arranged around a fireplace. Did I mention the bookshelves? And there’s a ladder, too. There’s an honest to God ladder so you can reach the books on the top shelf because the ceiling is at least twelve feet tall.