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‘It’s dark and cold but then you go in somewhere warm, and the loveliness of that – the nice warm car, or pub, or home, or coffee shop – it is just the loveliest feeling. Or hopping into bed and getting cosy. Or having an electric blanket.’
She looked, Theo thought, uncommonly pretty in the flickering light. Outside, the snow was piling up on the window frames.
there was something about the cold morning sun poking through the frosted windows, showing up the dust floating off the old books, and the smell of the shop that felt like coming home.
an aura of books, of reading, of curling up and being cosy, of deciding, in a queue or on a train or a bus, just to step out of your normal world for a little while, go visit Narnia, or medieval England, or Persia, or the cockpit of a fighter plane; a hot air balloon; crime-ridden streets of Victorian London. To sit and blow the dust off something, then be transported elsewhere.
Mirren thought of a life that was nothing but books; of paper, wonderful as it was; of work, and family. Was that enough? Or would she still want more?
