While fairly normal looking on the outside, after seeing a fellow explorer’s images, I knew I had to find it. With countless hours logged on google maps and a six hour drive, I was standing in front of one of the single most extraordinary locations I have yet to encounter in my years of searching. I introduce you to The Hoffman Book House.
Although my inquiries haven’t led to much information regarding the previous owners, this house doesn’t need a documented history to make it spectacular. For anyone who is a true book lover like myself, it is both mesmerizing and heartbreaking to see the thousands of deteriorating pages and forgotten stories.
While they may be too far gone to save now, they serve as a testament to what it means to have a true passion for knowledge and the written word. While searching the covers, we came across everything; Classic children’s stories and picture books, instruction manuals and encyclopedias, books of poetry and church hymns, old mysteries and new romances. It would be easy to get lost in this house for days on end, just touching each different cover.
You can’t help but wonder; Who built this library of treasures? Where they a librarian or teacher? Or did they simply love getting lost in the words. As I continue filling my shelves and building a library of my own, I only hope that my books will continue to be cherished long after I am gone, even if it is just through the simple beauty of decay.