Have some more tea, dear," Hester said, reaching for the pot and refilling my cup. "I always find that helps.

— Beth Pattillo

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the first floor. It was better than meditation or a new pair of shoes- or even chocolate. My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning.

— Beth Pattillo