I want to do something splendid…
Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead…
I think I shall write books.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain

Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.