Oh, I could almost smell the books and I'm sure I got a crick in my neck trying to strain upward to see how far reaching those shelves were and Sam treating each book like it had a personality, acknowledging its place there, understanding it needed a home.

Wonderfully descriptive, and I love how that could be Sam's room, could totally see him crashed out there after hours spent pouring over each page and the description of him in the library, twelve year old Sam amid the the things he loved.

I have so much love for this and Giles, he would totally be at home there too.