A Girl Can Dream

If I lived in a magical fairyland, where the houses are small and cozy and pastel-paletted, this would be my living room:

The books in the bookcases would be Austen, Dickens, Dumas, Lewis, Bronte, Barrett Browning, and Whitman. And the far chair basking in the sunlight near the fireplace would be mine. I'd cuddle up with Sonnets From the Portuguese and drink English Afternoon at teatime. Occasionally, I'd have a scone. (But not everyday; even in fairlyland, you have to keep some things rare so that they remain special.)