QUOTE : The hut was warm—almost too hot—after the coolness of the swamp. It was a single round room, and bookshelves covered every wall from floor to ceiling. The shelves were stuffed with books of all sizes, shapes, and colors. The windows flanking the door had benches in front of them with poofy pillows on top; the yellow glow Anya had seen from the outside came from hanging lanterns dangling on thin chains, casting light over the window seats.Anya tried to guess how many books had been crammed into this one room, but the only thing she could think was Every book in the world is here right now.