Today's selection comes from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, page 20:
The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in. She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library paste and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.
It's Tuesday, Where Are You? is hosted by an adventure in reading.
You guessed it. I'm in Brooklyn. Williamsburg, to be more specific. It's 1912, I'm 11 and life is pretty simple and straightforward. For now.