Without any visible effort on my part, a small book appeared. Small, even I would say. About the size of a paperback, but twice as thin.
In this case, its size determined its fate. Instead of sending the "uninvited guest" to the shelf, I somehow took it with me.
Then again.
Then I got up at four in the morning and finished reading it.
This truly amazing book is called "We Have Always Lived in the Castle," and the author, unknown to me, is Shirley Jackson.

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