Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person.

Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner.

As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.