One morning a librarian finds a reader who has been locked in overnight.
She begins to talk to him, a one-way conversation full of sharp insight and quiet outrage. As she rails against snobbish senior colleagues, an ungrateful and ignorant public, the strictures of the Dewey Decimal System and the sinister expansionist conspiracies of the books themselves, two things shine through: her unrequited passion for a researcher named Martin, and an ardent and absolute love for the arts.
A delightful divertissement for the discerning bookworm…
So what to say? I got this book because a few people on The Book Club Forum were saying how much they liked it. And because it was on offer on kindle (it’s still cheap, but it was cheaper). It should be cheap really, it’s a short book, and lacks plot.
It does have a certain charm, but it wasn’t really my type of book. I disliked the protagonist. She seemed bitter, and thought highly of herself whilst looking down on others. She seemed to be a dreamer too though, and I liked that.
The whole book was one long monologue, so it’s best read in one sitting, although I think I may have got bored if I did actually read it in one sitting. It’s short so it is possible, it’s just I tend to use my kindle when travelling so I don’t have unrestricted time.
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