Sometimes a book changes a hotel. And sometimes a hotel changes a book.
A writer walks into a lobby, takes a key, sits at the bar or looks out of a window — and something about the place stays with them. Years later we read a novel and picture an entirely fictional hotel. But sometimes, behind the literary door, there is a real address.
It happened to Stephen King in Colorado. It happened to F. Scott Fitzgerald on the French Riviera and in New York. Agatha Christie made trains, ships and hotels part of her world of mystery. And in A Gentleman in Moscow the author did not even try to hide the hotel: he took a real one, confined a man inside it for decades, and built a whole novel around him.
So we went looking for the places where the line between literature and travel almost disappears. Beside each book you will find READ IT → SLEEP IN IT: the book, the real hotel, and whether you can book it with us. We checked every hotel against our own booking inventory; where the famous hotel itself was not for sale, we say so plainly.



