June 2012
33 posts
“It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home. This one was a neoclassical treasure house, all dark-carved wood, balconies, galleries, frescoes. But what drew my eye were the rows of books, hundreds of thousands of them lining the rooms, floor to ceiling, their red and brown and gilt bindings in neat rows, their marbled covers and end-papers smooth under the hand, the bumpy vertebrae of their spines brown as old bones.”
—The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova (via readitsomewhere)
