Finding my inner librarian

This week, I have been mainly craving libraries.

Not nasty municipal ones with too much Mills & Boon and not enough comfort. Gorgeous, old-fashioned ones that smell of dust and furniture polish.

New libraries just aren't the same - they are multimedia centres, filled with colour, computers and noise. I completely understand that these are necessary, but that doesn't stop me yearning for the sort of library that is quiet and contains books.

I revised for my A Levels in a library; I did all my uni...