I'm still perplexed by the practice considering what year it is. Of course they were all there on my latest cross country trip across America. My first reaction is to write glib messages within the covers, but ultimately my caring rational mind wins out and I decide that it may give someone else comfort, while they're watching their naughties and gunking up the remote buttons. I decide my time is better suited swimming in the cesspool of salt-water known as the hotel pool. I miss my chlorine, I'm not on-board with this salt thing. I want some chemicals between me and sticky fingers bible beaters.
So this caught my interest. The Damsen Dene Hotel has removed the bible and replaced it with a top seller. If only they would have put Sheep Under the Sea in the nightstand. Personally, I love this idea! A bookshelf of books in a hotel? Fabulous! Please for the love of God let me find a place like this to work when I finish my degree, rather than a business that shoves a Bible under peoples' pillows.