Sinful Sunday: Come into the library…

Note to self – build a library.

The Other Livvy

‘The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future.’
– Ian McEwan, Atonement

‘Follow me,’ he said. ‘Come into the library with me.’

He took her hand and led her on, into the secluded room at the back of the house. He took her away from the others, away from the crowds and their questioning eyes.

The library was bright and warm. It smelled dusty and vaguely of a long burnt-out wood fire whose ashes were still in the hearth. As he closed the heavy door, it abruptly cut off the noise that they had left behind, emphasising their privacy and solitude.

She had always known that libraries were magical places. They were doorways to worlds that only existed in her imagination…

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Love food and traveling. Breaking out of this introvert shell by expressing my thoughts, experiences and feelings.
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