Librarian Book Reviews Novels & Stories

The library review came out in November. Not the architectural press review — that had come in the spring, the threshold as held breath language having been picked up and distributed through the professional publications. This was a different kind of review: a feature in the city's cultural magazine, the kind of piece that was written not for architects but for the people who used the buildings, the account of the library as a lived experience rather than a designed object.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

The scent of aged paper and leather bindings filled the air, and afternoon sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating reading nooks tucked between the stacks. Lily gasped beside me, her face lighting up with wonder. "Gods, Amelia," she breathed, taking a hesitant step inside. "I've never seen so many books in my life." "I know," I said, grinning at her reaction. "I spent all morning here. The librarian nearly had a heart attack when I asked for legal texts instead of something more 'suitable for a queen'… whatever that means." I tugged her back into the corridor with reluctance. "We can come back tomorrow. You can read anything you want, for as long as you want."

"No I don’t, why don’t you tell me?" We make our way to the book shelves and I pull out the history book I had lent from the backpack on Roman’s hands. I push it back in the history book section, then I sign on the paper that hangs above the piles. It is the one thing I like about Lupin’s library; not needing to consult the librarian before lending a book and not having to walk to the librarian’s table to sign in or out. "Did you even read the book?" Roman asks as I start to scan the length of the stands again. I need a new read. Lycania’s history is actually really interesting.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

She speedily looked away, blushing faintly, and quickly walked towards the entrance door embracing the paper bag she had been holding. “Hello Madame Sella, good morning,” Lianne said, greeting sweetly the lady librarian as she took out the books from the paper bag and placed it on the countertop. Madame Sella was in her forties but still single. A kind woman in her own way, she was like Lianne’s adviser of problems; almost like a mother she never had. “Oh, hello dear. You’ve come to return those books back I see,” the lady librarian answered. “What good timing. There were two students that kept on coming back here every hour checking if there is an available book of this edition already retu

I liked the smell of books. I returned the book I wanted to return to the librarian. When I turned to leave, my eyes fell on a person who was reading a book calmly at the corner table. "Trevor," I murmured under my breath. His full focus was on the book as if he were reading for something very interesting. The librarian noticed me and glanced at Trevor. She observed him while saying, "He is after ancient books. Today he grabbed "Metal of Fate." I turned to her. "Metal of fate? What is it?"

She was already thinking about what she wanted to do Julian came down from the library. He was wearing a gray sweater. He picked up a book review magazine that had just arrived. He started reading it and a big smile spread across his face. "The people who review books are saying that our book is really good, " Julian said. He put the magazine down next to Elena's laptop. He walked over to her. Put his hands on her waist. He looked at the outline that was pinned to the board. "They like that our book does not rush through the story. They like that it takes its time and does not try to surprise the reader every page. It seems like all your experience in the book business has helped you make a

like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for. I swooped through the titles vainly searching for the one book I needed, to no avail. I groaned turning around, leaning on a shelf. I watched as a woman came into the row with a bunch of books in her arms and started packing them. A librarian. Bingo. I walked towards her, tapping her on the shoulder, "excuse me miss," She turned towards me, pushing her glasses down. She looked a little over forty, with hints of wrinkles but luscious brown hair pulled up in a bun. She wore a plain grey dress that went a little way past her knees.

Xandar’s hand never left Lucianne’s waist as he led her out through the elevator doors, and as soon as they turned around the corner, Lucianne halted in her steps at the sight before her. “Woah.” She muttered as her black orbs sparkled at the sight of the large space filled with endless shelves of books. As she adjusted to her surroundings, she took small steps forward to look around. The carpeted floor absorbed any sounds of footsteps, making the place quiet enough to read. The lights lit up the place enough to give it a sophisticated look. The music playing subtly in the background puts one in a mood to relax and dive into whichever book held their interest. Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to