More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
She liked to walk around the room, breathing in the heavy, still air, and sometimes when she closed her eyes, June imagined she could hear the books whispering their stories to one another.
Even after ten years of working here herself, ten years of underfunding and depleting resources, the library was still a place of wonder, especially early in the morning with no one else around.
“I know you’re single, so you’ll probably never have to go through what I’m experiencing. But believe me, organizing a wedding is the most stressful thing that can ever happen to you.”
Bitch!
“Bloody Tories,” Mrs. B said. “We know what you’re up to here, destroying public services with a hundred little cuts so you can bring in privatization and voluntarization.”
She slayed that
People could hurt her, June had realized, in a way that a character in a novel never would.
Libraries are like a net, there to catch those of us in danger of falling through the cracks.
“I think you need to ask yourself: What would Matilda do?”
“And what of your father? I don’t believe I ever had the pleasure of meeting the fellow.” “Me neither.”
“Stanley thinks the council might send in the police,” June said. “Let them bloody try. I’ve faced water cannons, tear gas, kettling. A few rural bobbies aren’t going to scare me.”
Queen Mrs. B
wherever I ended up, and however much trouble I was in, there was always a library. A place that was safe and warm and dry, where no one would judge me. Libraries were my only light in some very dark times.
that you’re homeless.”
June can be so unlikeable…
“A little library!” Marjorie roared,
So glad June's mom was right about Marjorie
June avoided the takeaway and Alex for the rest of the week.
Girl.
