Chilly mornings brightened by the pale sun,
scant lemon-yellow of the day briefly warming intensely cold fingers, then
peeling layers upon layers into the warmth of the book filled enclosures;
paper, cloth, words – black marks on pressed fibrous layers
enticing, enchanting, beckoning to play
My blossoming relationship with the library and its books initially saw me creating a travelling bookcase filled with old softback books: the Brierfield Book Mystery. Over my weekly visits these books gained new covers; wrappers that changed the author to a local person, shifting the book title to their choice and providing an opening or closing line to entice the new reader.