I have before me a Methodist Pocketbook (i.e. a pocket diary) for 1831, with such useful information as window tax rates, birthdays of members of the royal family, lists of the crowned heads of Europe, and hackney-coach fares, as well as uplifting texts and illustrations.
But if you stretch the definition of 'book' and 'my house', I'm part-owner of a brick with cuniform script dating from somewhere between 3000 BC and 100 AD.