sallysparrow (ex_sallyspar442) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-02-12 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | goodlittlegirl, sallysparrow |
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Having found fresh clothes and slipped back to the hotel to shower and change, it was now late afternoon. Sally wasn't so eager now to find out how to get back, so long as it didn't happen by accident she was fine with staying right there until whatever brought her decided it was time for her to go, and she could easily find ways to kill some time. She distinctly remembered Adam mentioning a library, which sounded like a very good place to start.
After a few minutes of aimless wandering in pleasant sunshine, she found the place. It really was gorgeous. Soothing light levels, muffled noise, and more books than she'd seen in one place since her university days. She made a beeline for the poetry section, and spent several minutes just scanning through titles on shelves and breathing in the subtle smell of books. Not an old book smell, though some certainly weren't bound in a particularly modern way none of them actually seemed old. Just fresh paper and the occasional hint of leather binding. She pulled a few books off the shelves, examining them. Good as new, even the ones with publication dates over a century before her time. Clearly somebody liked their literature in perfect condition.
She scanned through a few more shelves randomly, waiting for something to catch her eye, when she discovered a fairly recent translation of The Illiad and, recognising it, began to giggle. Then she was struck by the thought that she'd look very odd if anyone saw her randomly giggling at a book not renowned for its humour, and quickly glanced around to see if anyone had seen her. She wasn't in luck.