Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -- low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.
Robin SloanI walk alone in the darkness and wonder how a person would begin to determine the circumference of the earth. I have no idea. Iād probably just google it.
Robin SloanA clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
Robin SloanWalking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.
Robin SloanAfter that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
Robin Sloan