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Into the best place here - Portland Public Library

Before I could even get to completely see the fiction section, it was closing time. Gosh ! 3 hrs and I didn’t do anything but browse through a few books and did I love it .You bet.
If I was happy arriving at the library being dropped by a bus driver who let me come here for free since I didn’t have a dollar change , I was completely gleeful at this time – the gladness of having done something for the day. Well ! at first he didn’t let me in the bus since I hadn’t change with me. I gave him 5$ and said it’s fine. I had to go to the library. He said it is fine.
I’d come into the library , registered , got a card and had gone straight towards Literature section. As always in a library or a bookstore , I sought Hardy first. Greeted Clym, Michael, Bathsheba, Tess and moved on to the previous row – ‘D’ – duMaurier world. Holding “The King’s General” felt like holding a prestigious medal. If his statue had replaced the faceless soldier at Monument square, wouldn’t I have sat there looking up to the stately figure for hours ? Well ! It is not that the square doesn’t look good. It is fabulous and when you read that over 4000 men had gone from Portland to fight in the war, you are even taken back through time into the times of war and warriors.
I looked at Rebecca again. For the hundredth time I read “Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again” – Yes ! the book has it as dreamed and not dreamt ! but no, I am going to read Rebecca in the end. I read the back cover contents of other books of hers including ‘My cousin Rachel’ . ‘The flight of the falcon’ had something arresting in it.I felt I had to read it. Immediately ! It was safely in my hand as I moved to Cronin – ‘the citadel’ guy. I love Salinger for having given Cronin to me. ‘Catcher in the rye’ was such an influencing novel that I told all my friends about Holden the day after I read it. While one friend heard it as “Catch her in the eye” , another discussed blake’s “coming through the rye” and another told me about “a pocket full of rye” and it was then that I had heard for the first time about Cronin. “The Citadel” had left a lasting impression but I’d never got a chance to read another Cronin. There it was – the book that I wanted – “Hatter’s castle”. I browsed through the cover summary . It was about a man who had a vicious grip over his family members. I saw Heathcliff in front of me , then Hannibal.Well ! I took the book.
I was loath to get away from there. If it was open the whole day , whole night !! I remembered to put 2 dollars in the bus back and started with the book right away.
Right into the world of the hatter – James Brodie , his mom , his wife , his daughters Nissie and Mary , his son Matt.
I’ll get back to you later.
Let me read the book now :)

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