“Libraries. How I love them. My source of stories. And solitude. Where the musty smell of books greets me like the perfume in our grandmother’s embrace. My old branch was two blocks from our London flat, and I went almost daily. The librarian and I both got teary when I said goodbye. And this library is almost as close! I’ll get a library card tomorrow and carry back my first installment of books. Maybe I can also find a quiet corner to write in peace.”
