Castle of Books [antikvár]

Benjamin lived in a house filled with books. And when I say the house was full, I mean full. Only by wriggling, pulling in his tummy, crawling, or standing on tiptoe could Benjamin enter the parlor, squeeze into the kitchen, or edge into the dining room or bedroom. Just getting around the house exercised his imagination and caused it to grow bigger every day. And just how did his house become so filled with books? His father, a poet who spent his days tinkering with words, had happily collected each and every one.