Places KJMcLean Wants to Go

Herman Melville wrote 'Moby Dick' in this landmark 18th-century house surrounded by farmland.

An Alabama courtroom where two famous American authors played as children became the setting for a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel.

This iconic Parisian bookstore doubles as the "Tumbleweed Hotel" for traveling writers.

A legendary speakeasy bookstore returns from the brink.

With the touch of a button, you can read a randomly selected short story.

Though its celestial ceiling is impressive, the true star is the vast collection of French books.

This small Catskills village has six independent bookstores and more bookshops than restaurants.

This seaside Scottish holiday rental lets you live out your bookselling dreams.

Shop for books in the New Orleans house where William Faulkner once lived.

A riverside tiny house with books and other treasures galore.

This tall Massachusetts folly got its name thanks to all of the purple prose its vistas inspired.

This historic graveyard monument is dedicated to a tragic victim of witch trial hysteria.

Memorial of the Salem witchcraft hysteria in the town of Danvers, where it all began.

According to legend, Bob Dylan sneaks in twice a year to eat dinner with Jack.

Utopia and nostalgia mingle at the site of Bronson Alcott's ill-fated agrarian commune.

This historic cemetery is filled with markers that look more like candy than was likely intended.

America's "second most important bell" is a contentious spoil of the Civil War.

This wooly sculpture supposedly marks the birthplace of a famous nursery rhyme, or not.

Books you don’t need in a place you can’t find.

This giant Massachusetts sycamore is said to hold the dubious distinction of being the "widest tree East of the Mississippi!"

This roadside attraction attracts kids with dinosaurs before blindsiding them with geology.

This decrepit abandoned building is made all the more eerie by its dark history.

Life-size bronzes of the Grinch, Cat in the Hat, Yertle the Turtle, Sam-I-Am, and the Lorax—and the author himself.

The walkable ruins of an 19th century hotel, destroyed in a horse cremation gone wrong.