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snoomrick1 января 2025 г.Aleisha had always wanted to see Cornwall in real life, but she had still never had the chance. She loved the look of its rugged cliffs, dramatic crashing waves – so different from the wide sands and pine trees of North Norfolk, the only seaside Dean and Leilah had ever taken them to as kids.
But now, through Rebecca and Mrs De Winter, Aleisha was experiencing Cornwall from a totally different perspective.520- snoomrick16 декабря 2024 г.
This library used to be so full and vibrant, you know, Aleisha. I like coming back here a couple of times a week, it just brings back memories of my little ones. They became readers here.’ Lucy loved to reminisce. She’d told Aleisha this story at least fifteen times already, always saying, ‘Stop me if I’ve said this before.’
‘It’s quieter these days, kids playing Xbox and stuff, I guess!’ Lucy continued. ‘My little ones, though, they inhaled every page they got their hands on.’528 - snoomrick16 декабря 2024 г.Читать далее
Mummy’s book – well … library book,’ Rohini said. ‘I thought I’d returned them all, but I must have missed this one.’ She held it up to him and he walked forward, not quite believing it. As though this dusty, icky, sticky book was some kind of mirage. When he’d seen the other relics of her life, he’d barely felt a thing. But here, seeing this book, the grey dust sticking to the plastic cover in splotches, it was like Naina was here in the room with them. Here, with his three girls, and one of Naina’s beloved books, for a moment, just a moment, he didn’t feel so alone.
527 - snoomrick16 декабря 2024 г.
Even when he’d been a teenager, working here over his summer holidays, this place had been a sanctuary for him and, though he’d never have admitted it to his friends, he’d loved getting lost between the stacks and stacks of reference books.
531 - snoomrick12 декабря 2024 г.Читать далее
But, as he picked the book up, he saw a Post-it note stuck to the table in its place. He peeled it off, carefully, and brought it close to his face. His eyesight wasn’t as it had once been, before the hours and hours of reading in his dimly lit flat. The Post-it note was covered in handwriting, an elaborate scrawl of letters.
I know this isn’t your usual thing, but I read To Kill a Mockingbird when I was 21 and going through a hard time – it taught me a lot back then, and I got to see the world through the eyes of a child once more, the good and the bad. It was an escape for me, I threw myself into the world, into the injustices, into the characters, and it was the respite I needed from my own life – for it helped me care deeply about someone else’s. I hope it can be an escape, a bit of respite, for you too. Sometimes, books just take us away for a little while, and return us to our place with a new perspective.524 - snoomrick23 января 2025 г.
The city was often a lonely place, and even in Wembley where lots of people knew each other, people still felt alone.
420 - snoomrick23 января 2025 г.
The knitting club was a great idea, but now we’re just down to a couple of regulars – and only Lucy runs it, and she barely has the time. The book club, also not as popular as it used to be. But this … it might work. The library isn’t just about books.
419 - snoomrick23 января 2025 г.
‘Aleisha,’ Mukesh said softly. ‘Please try to remember that books aren’t always an escape; sometimes books teach us things. They show us the world, they don’t hide it.’
418 - snoomrick23 января 2025 г.Читать далее
Mukesh wasn’t used to people talking about such things, about the doctor, about mental health problems. He felt embarrassed, but Aleisha needed someone to be there for her. He could do that. He might not be super knowledgeable, but he could listen, or find another way to talk.
‘I think … I think Beloved is helpful,’ he said, cautiously. ‘The book. Did you read it?’
Aleisha’s eyes shot towards him. ‘I don’t want to think about books any more.’
‘No, Miss Aleisha, I hadn’t thought of it before, but books can help us too.’417 - snoomrick23 января 2025 г.
Sometimes the sky is grey
Sometimes the day’s grey too
But behind every grey sky
There’s always some blue417