Here is what I want in a room: Big windows and a comfortable chair to sit in. The chair upholstered in some beautiful, colorful fabric. Shelves and shelves of books. A pot of oolong tea to pour steaming into my favorite clear glass mug (bought at HEMA in Amsterdam). This is my perfect reading situation.
I have this now, sort of - I want to reupholster my chair (or at least sew a slip cover), I want more bookshelves (that will have to wait till I move somewhere bigger), and I want a couch that isn't godawful ugly and covered in dog hair (and dogs). But the dream library is not an impossible sort of dream.
With a good book, though, those things don't really matter. A favorite reading experience: sitting on my mom's couch as a kid, reading 101 Dalmatians (the original novel, not a novelization of the Disney movie), eating piece after piece of buttered toast and drinking cup after cup of sugary black tea. Another: sitting at a picnic table in a campsite for two hours, tearing through the last several hundred pages of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Another: laying on a lounger in the sand by the North Sea in the Dutch city of Zandvoort, sipping Coke out of a glass, eating paprika-flavored potato chips, and reading Caramelo by Sandra Cisneros.
So while the library described above might be ideal, I truly only need an engaging book and a quiet space carved out for myself. Snacks, clearly, don't hurt either. Ingredients for a fantastic evening: a great book, no grading to do, and some paprika chips.