ns. One impossible dre…store, but a library. And not some “two five-foot IKEA bookcases with bestsellers” library, either. I’m talking about the kind of library that would make the 18th century English Earl of Essex swoon: an enormous room (with fireplace, of course) housing wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling aged oak bookcases overflowing with leather-bound volumes not ghostwritten by James Patterson’s minions. One impossible dream must be replaced with one of equal impossibility.