There’s something very satisfying about shelving books. Making sure the whole bay is perfect before moving on to the next. And then scowling at the bunch of feckless wastrels – or historians as they like to call themselves – as they burst into the Library and TOUCH THE BOOKS. AGAIN.
I had a nasty feeling I might have reduced my chance of survival to slightly less than that of Sean Bean surviving to appear in the second part of a major franchise.
This made me snort water through my nose. So true!
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