Chapter 25
As we walk through the glass doors, out of the bliss of Book world and into the car horns and smells of Paris, I shout a goodbye to the English-language titles. While many seem fated to spend the rest of their readable lives here, there is a sense of joy among them. It’s not the dream of any Book to be ignored, but they do seem cared for, if not individually, then collectively.
I glimpse the Book Seller through the window. She’s smiling, pointing new customers to a stack of Books. She seems dedicated to her store and her charges. If only more Humans had her perspective, we would have a better-read world.
Leaving the ornate door and the unadorned piles of titles behind, I think about all those Books in the store. We meet so many on our journey, for such a brief time. There ar
