“I felt I was sitting in the midst of some surreal movie. Postwar Italian perhaps, only with more food and less sex.” — Victoria Abbott Copy Share Image
“I didn't have the best night's sleep. It was full of limping strangers, cats with keys, postmen wearing fright wigs and Miss Jane Marple… — Victoria Abbott Copy Share Image
“I felt I was sitting in the midst of some surreal movie. Postwar Italian perhaps, only with more food and less sex.” — Victoria Abbott Copy Share Image
“I thought I appreciated books, but this was an alter to the book gods. It was hard not to be impressed. I didn't know what had the most impact: the rosewood shelving, the rolling library ladders, the mezzanine floor with the ornate spiral wrought-iron staircases at each end, the carved moldings, the scent of well-loved books, or the silky Aubusson… — Victoria Abbott Copy Share
