Recently I went to New York; this trip was for a whole host of reasons. Visiting the Morgan Library was not one of them, but whilst I was in the city I managed to pop in for a bit.
I love libraries so much. I get how I tend to get on international trips (yes, we are lost, dehydrated, and probably getting heatstroke, but we're in Venice! yes, it is pouring rain, cold, muddy, and we're probably all going to get sick from this, but we're in Costa Rica!); just sort of seriously blissed out.
This is a particularly beautiful library, and it was pretty quiet when I was there, so I was able to really browse the titles. First I found Rebecca and Rowena by Thackery, for which I have a soft spot (for obvious reasons). Then I found the Brontes, and oh, it was lovely.
It all made me miss my books. Someone recently expressed surprise by how few books I have in my apartment, which is fair. Most of the list books come from the library, and most of my books are not with me. Sigh.
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