Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
Walking into the library, she couldn’t look away from the different books lining the white shelves. A kaleidoscope of colour, each with their own story. What would she read first? Katie, a story of a grandfather and his granddaughter a wonderful way to pass an hour or three. She could imagine running down the hill, with the warm wind against her cheeks. Miss Marple, a little old lady, confident in her reading of a criminal’s cruelty, finding the clues the police couldn’t find. St Mary Mead, friendship, and many mysteries to solve. Perhaps Harry Potter? It’s been years since she read the magical journey of a young orphan with magic in his heart.
She hoped, one day, her books would nestle between these classics – Allow another reader the chance to get lost in the journey. Resting in between the cushions she opened the book and her shoulders leant into a restful read.
The light filtered through and she was home.
Writer Ravenclaw 
A very relatable story Diana! I remember how difficult it used to be choose just one book for reading. Thanks for joining in.
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Some books — some libraries — do feel like home, Diana. You show us how that happens.
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Years ago I would check out seven or eight books from library and lay them on the bed and try to decide which to start first. Then end up reading several books at a time. You are lucky to be both a reader and a writing.
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I was the same. I loved all books.
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