I point the beer at the disorganized library around us. If there is some order to how the books are stacked, I can’t see it. “How do you travel with all these books? Do you pack them every time you move? Or do you simply start a new collection?” “They go along. All of them. They’re like my children. I’m on eight crates now. I use the same movers every time. I think they have a standing bet on how many crates it’ll be the next time.” She shakes her head. “My mother tells me to buy a Kindle, but I don’t know. There’s something about paper, you know? Stories and photos that can’t be removed or
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