MY LIBRARY IS MY HOME

BEFORE you even enter the house, you can tell a book-lover lives here.

There’s an earthy, woody scent in the air that hits you as you walk in from the gate. The front porch is a reader’s dream: a comfy brown leather couch you just want to sink into, with a small coffee table in front of it and two armchairs.

And there are books everywhere: on the table, beside the couch, behind the couch, piled high on bookcases. Step inside and there’s more. Every room, apart from the kitchen, is packed with books.

In fact, Roza Pretorius owns more than