I don't know about you, but I can't remember the last time someone read me a bedtime story. It used to be one of my favorite things as a kid, particularly when I could talk my grandfather into doing it—almost every night.
Recently, big kids got the chance to relive the childhood pastime at the Andaz Liverpool Street, a Hyatt hotel that just opened in London. For a couple of weeks, they had a "Reader in Residence" (journalist Damian Barr) who read to guests free of charge.
Hotels are always trying to dream up some new quirky amenity. For example, The Benjamin—a luxury hotel in New York City—has a sleep concierge whose job it is to pick the perfect pillow for you. Will it be buckwheat or water-filled tonight?
I generally find these offerings a little too gimmicky, but I have to admit that even I was intrigued by the reader-in-residence program. What do you think? Would you sit by the fireside and let a total stranger read stories to you? For that matter, what would you like to see offered at a hotel?