" Then I’ll tell you,” Turner continued, undeterred by Lawrence’s coarse language. “You have a library of hundreds—if not thousands—of books downstairs, and you let them rot.” So it was a book Turner was waving about, brandishing like a weapon. “Do you have any idea what that does to any person of sense? It’s obscene, I tell you.” “I don’t give a damn about the library.” “Plainly not! But you could have given the books to a school, or . . . I don’t know, a lending library.” It was the middle of the night. Even Lawrence thought this a strange hour to discuss lending libraries. “But I didn’t, so kindly get out of my bedroom. "

― Cat Sebastian , The Lawrence Browne Affair (The Turners #2)