As you read this, are you chilly? If you say no, I won’t believe you. I’m picturing you on your sofa wearing two pairs of socks, two jumpers, a scarf and slippers while clasping a cuppa and a blanket – just as I am while writing this. The rise in the cost of living is all we hear about in the media, and all my parents seem to talk about, so if you were hoping for some literary escapism here, I apologise, as it’s also my topic of discussion today.
Libraries have always been a refuge, not just us bookworms and budding writers. These comfortingly quiet, musty book-smelling, openly inclusive places are, crucially, safe and warm. Sometimes, I should say, I’d find them too warm. Well, there’s no such
