The Pippiest Place on Earth My favorite writer about books, Sam Anderson, visited a derelict failed Dickens-themed amusement park in Chatham. This is basically everything I love about the world in one glorious article. MARIE LYN BERNARD, autostraddle.com I remember going to Bloomsbury on my own literary pilgrimage to see the house where Virginia Woolf lived. I squealed in delight when a friend in an adjoining building had a great view of her house's backyard. The house is now part of a university hall. Pity. I miss England. Everywhere there are physical reminders of the literary giants that you only read about here. No wonder literary tourism was born there. LUBOMAN411, New York, posted on nytimes.com