By Sue Trollip
When I hopped across the ocean I left most of my books behind. Now I’m looking for somewhere unique to store the few I still have. Some might say piled against the wall in the ‘entrance hall’ is unique, but I’d like something a little more conventional than that. I refuse to buy something generic. I want odd. But how odd is just odd enough?
I will keep looking, without concern to the pile on the floor, for I know it’s not about the bookshelves but all about the books. In the words of Philip Pullman:
“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”