Lost in the shadows of the shelves, I almost fall off the ladder. I am exactly halfway up. The floor of the bookstore is far below me, the surface of a planet I’ve left behind. The tops of the shelves loom high above, and it’s dark up there – the books are packed in close, and they don’t let any light through. The air might be thinner, too. I think I see a bat.
I am holding on for dear life, one hand on the ladder, the other on the lip of a shelf, fingers pressed white. My eyes trace a line above my knuckles, searching the spines – and there, I spot it. The book I’m looking for.
Det er bøker, google-generasjonen, en forsvunnet eier av bokhandelen og en mystisk hemmelighet. Det er Mr. Penumbra’s 24-hour bookstore * av Robin Sloan.