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Bibliophile
(n) Someone who collects or has a great love of books; a bookworm
Hatter had many rooms in his house but Alice’s absolute favorite (which delighted Hatter to no end) was the library. She thought he was kidding when he mentioned that he was a bibliophile. You couldn’t see the walls on account of the floor to ceiling mahogany bookshelves. There were two large skylights and three large windows to let in a wonderful amount of daylight.
Her absolute favorite place to sit and read in the magnificent library was a window seat in the very back. You have to weave through all of the shelves in the middle of the room (or “the stacks” as Hatter referred to them) to get to it. Today she planned on finding a new book to read while Hatter was in a meeting with the white queen.
One book, Alice. That’s all you needed! She couldn’t help but scold herself when she looked over at the stack of books resting at the other end of her window seat. It wasn’t her fault that Hatter had so many genres that interested her. She couldn’t even decide whether to start with the romance novel or the book on the jabberwock or the Mercy Thompson series. Maybe she thought with a smile just maybe, I’m a bit of a bibliophile as well.