Bibliophile (A to F, part 1.2)

There was a library hidden around the corner from the local shops. You could take out six books at a time. The librarian was a pale frog in thick specs and knitwear; a kindred spirit: you could grow up so lucky as to become a saucer to her cup. When she stamped your books with a kerchunk of her heavy book stamper, she smiled as if you both had shared an achievement bright with promise.

This post continues A to F. You might like to start with part 1.1 if you haven’t read it before. Otherwise, click here for all of part 1.2.

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