Oct 11, 2020
I remember the first time I took Brooke there, she just stared, and I couldn't blame her. It kind of looked like a pit, with rows and rows of bookshelves spreading out below and along the walls. There were few areas around the edges – the coffee shop, the cash registers, the shelves with greeting cards, stationery and other not-books – but that just emphasized the view. For the first time since we left New York, I saw Brooke smile, even if only for a few moments.
from Chasing New Dawn, Chapter 1 (the most recent version as of this post)