Chapter 24
We move through the glass front doors of Shakespeare and Company, a world so overflowing with Books, I may faint with joy.
Novels are aligned next to Dictionaries next to History Books. They remind me of the Forgotten Ones in the café, all different, but all happily chatting. Maybe Esmé will get a job here, and we can spend every day with these titles. Her working. Me telling my story and listening to others’. At the end of the day, she would come home to her apartment, and I would come home to François. Then I would be truly happy.
We pass titles stacked on side tables, stools and chairs. Shelves are bowed under the weight of Books. Even the staircase to the upper floor doubles as a Bookshelf. If there’s a flat surface, it’s holding up a title. The speakers in the shop emit
