“…I finally found myself standing at the open door of a bookshop. It’s natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly lined-up spines were immensely reassuring. The smell of ink and binding, the dusty motes in beams of strained sunlight, the embrace of warm, tranquil air, I felt I could breathe more easily. I was aware of my pulse slowing to its regular pace and my thoughts stilling their wings.”
The Forgotten Garden – Kate Morton.