“Light, air, and faint classical music filled the store. My shoulders relaxed. I breathed easier in a room full of books, as if the paper retained the capacity of the trees they'd once been. So many books filled this room, more than in my own or my parent's or our living room, even though we had a wall of built-in shelves. The shop had alleys of books, towering cases of books. You could get lost here. You could be found.” PeaceBooksBookstores Book:The Summer of Lost Letters Source: The Summer of Lost Letters