It was shingled, like the cottage, but low to the ground since it was far enough inland to be safe from the floods. Jake held the door open for Faith as she entered, and what she saw was like heaven. Every space was covered in secondhand books, some of them even turned sideways above other books to allow them space on the shelf. There were so many books; she had difficulty knowing where to look first. Faith wandered along the narrow aisles created by bookshelves, the smell of old wood and used books thrilling her senses. It was a place she’d never been before, but judging by the look of the building, it had probably been there when she’d vacationed at Nan’s cottage as a kid. How she would’ve loved to peruse these shelves back then.“There’s a section at the back that has well-known authors,” Jake said over her shoulder into her ear, sending goose bumps down her arm. “I used to buy my copies of Hemingway here. They were only fifty cents and I could use my grass-cutting money to buy them.”She loved the idea of Jake saving up his pocket money to come here and buy books.
