The Bibles in the hotel room thing has always irked me. There's something so blandly presumptuous about it. As if they assume no one can really object to the bible and so putting one particular religion in your face like that is ok.
So I'm kind of in love with this hotel. The hotel in England that replaced all of the bibles with "Fifty Shades of Gray." Now, I have no desire to read that book as everything I've heard leads me to believe it's a horrible piece of writing. And I'm a little sorry I know that the 50ish year old woman on the plane next to me last week who complained about how hot the plane was was reading that book. But I really don't like finding a bible in every darn hotel room I check into. (Did you know you can call ahead and ask for it to be removed? But what would they do if I asked for the Quran or the Bhagadvad-Gita instead?)
I also want to go to there because, you know, it's in England. The Lake District even. (Go back now and re-read your Pride and Prejudice if you don't remember why I care about the Lake District.) I must say, touring around the Lake District, free from the spectre of a silly book of myths, sounds way, way better than my real life these days.