" It was in that dull gray world where Grace discovered an unexpected ray of sunshine.

One afternoon, on a particularly icy day after she’d been given leave from Primrose Hill Books, she found herself in the very peculiar position of having free time. She made herself a cup of tea, snuggled into the Morris chair with a thick blanket over her legs and settled under the weight of The Count of Monte Cristina on her lap. "

― Madeline Martin , The Last Bookshop in London: A Novel of World War II