This reminds me of being a kid. My dad was a library director at Columbia and insisted upon bringing me to the stacks to research papers as early as middle school. I had seen Ghostbusters, so I knew what was up and was rightfully terrified, but I went anyway.
One time I was researching a paper about Roald Dahl. I ended up writing (read: plagiarizing) that he was a “genial lounger.”
And that’s why it’s pointless to send a sixth-grader to a university library.
Also, this looks like an awesome reading nook.