Chapter 58

‘They are mine! They are fricken mine! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ I squealed, bursting with pure, undiluted joy. It was a dream come true. A beautiful, wonderful dream come true. After so many years of longing, forgetting, and not having money, I had finally gotten the books I had always wanted.

I wanted to squeal again, but I choked it back into my throat.

‘Calm down, Olly. No need to go all banshee mode.’ I told myself as I tried to even out my breath, rugged and heavy with excitement. ‘And you’ve not checked the others, yet, so just chill.’

I dropped the books I was clutching to my chest on the other box, as quick as the wind but also with gentility so I wouldn’t wrinkle any of them, and I examined the other contents of the opened one before me. As I hoped, they were all books written by April Dove.

“Why did you buy these? I didn’t tell you about them.” I gasped, taking out the books one at a time at a snail’s pace, enjoying the wonderful euphoria feeling that was so wonderful. I had only tol