Page 22 of The Last Library of Paris

‘Why is it big?’

‘I’ve had an idea. Inspired by you, actually. You and the other people we deliver books to.’

‘Explain.’

‘You’re always telling us how the books keep your spirits up. Stop you from being bored. Make you laugh, even.’

‘C’est vrai,’ said Maurice, nodding.

‘So I thought, why not get books to other people who need them?’

‘Other Jews?’

‘Ah, well, no. Not yet.’

‘Then who?’

‘Soldiers,’ I said. ‘Soldiers who have been injured, or who are training, or even those who are fighting.’

Maurice looked at me. ‘German soldiers?’

‘Whoever asks,’ I said. ‘Though I shan’t be shouting about it to them, I will need to make it available to everyone, I think.’

‘How will you get the books to the soldiers? You cannot get on your bicycle and deliver books across France.’

‘No.’ I smiled. ‘I can’t. I have to do it officially.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘I’ve asked the Nazis for permission.’

Maurice’s mouth hung open in surprise.

‘I know,’ I said. ‘But this is where we are.’

‘What if they find out you’re delivering books to Jews?’

‘They won’t.’ I put my hand on his arm. ‘And I believe they’ll be less likely to ask questions if they know we’re doing other deliveries.’

‘You are a clever woman,’ said Maurice. ‘Clever and brave.’

I preened, just a little.

‘And foolish.’

Ah.

‘But thank goodness for you, and the others like you,’ he said, patting my hand on his arm. ‘You and your tiny acts of rebellion will help win this war.’

‘I hope so.’

Back at the library later, I gathered Guy and Sylvie and told them for the first time what I’d planned.

‘It’s a good idea,’ said Guy thoughtfully. ‘A very good idea.’

Sylvie glared at me.

‘You didn’t tell us until now?’