Book City by Haven Elison
Of course I warned the architect of "Book City" that it was not a permanent establishment. Of course the architect assured me that "Book City" would be cleaned up to my satisfaction as soon as I needed it to be. And of course the ruins of "Book City" cluttered the house while the architect weeped and wailed and gnashed her teeth and told me that it was "impossible" and "way too hard" to EVER clean up "Book City." As cute as "Book City" was and as adorable as its architect still is, I'm afraid it will remain one of those ancient cities of which they tell myths--never to find existence again.