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Who wouldn’t be happy all the time, padding from shop to shop, picking up something wonderful to read and a Welsh cake in one of the many local cafes, and sitting overlooking the river? Suddenly, it felt like a promise of a different life.
‘Books change the world,’ said the old man, blinking behind his spectacles.
It smelled not unlike Great-aunt Violet; 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. It was magical. She couldn’t think of another word for it.
