The Midnight Library

Travel the galaxy.’ Nora smiled. ‘The rain is even worse on other planets.’ ‘Worse than Bedfordshire?’ ‘On Venus it is pure acid.’ Mrs Elm pulled a paper tissue from her sleeve and delicately blew her nose. ‘See? The books in the library began to move again, as though the shelves were conveyor belts. Nora momentarily felt pulled into his orbit like a satellite to Earth. ‘Exquisite, charming, intelligent, beautiful. Maybe this was, finally, the life she was going to stay put in.