I'm torn between the haunted mansion on the island and a church. The idea of Buffista Cathedral or the Church of the Blessed Snark beckons like a thing that is beckoning.
My dream library--which extends to many rooms--has a well-protected section for Books That Are Precious And Beautiful and more sections for regular books, including the shelves of taped-up thrift store copies of books that I can shove in my purse with no worries. And read in the tub, of course.
Rather. There was a time in my life when you could tell how well I loved a book by the layers of water damage at the corners. However, it has been more than a decade since I had a comfortable tub in my life.