The Midnight Library

by Matt Haig

The thought was like a ceaseless mind-cramp, something too uncomfortable to bear yet too strong to avoid.

‘I miss you,’ she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she’d loved were in the room with her.

alongside a depression that told her, ultimately, she didn’t deserve to be happy. That she had hurt Dan and that a life of drizzle and depression in her hometown was her punishment,

Thomas Hobbes had viewed memory and imagination as pretty much the same thing, and since discovering that she had never entirely trusted her memories.