The Book that Held Her Heart (The Library Trilogy, #3)

by Mark Lawrence

In any case, it was within these musty aisles that Anne had taken that first step, and later read her first word, which in retrospect had been a step of more significance, carrying her over an invisible threshold into a world much larger than that occupied by those who rarely choose to exercise their imagination.

Anne had often wondered at the contrast between the way mankind divided its books and the way they divided themselves. For the former, they looked beneath the cover and considered what was written there, finding shelves for histories, for romances, for biographies, and for mysteries. For people, each far more complex than even the most profound of books, the cover often served.

If you love someone, let them go. Except when that would be really stupid, like in a crowd and they’re two and you’re their mother. Uncommon Sense, by Margery Taylor