Did the lady of the flowery perfume finish the story? Did she enjoy breaking free from her carefully controlled life? Or did she start to become uncomfortable as it became clear how easily and quickly life can spin out of control? It is clear from the description on the back of the book that things will soon grow chaotic. I wonder about the person, presumably female by the scent, neat, tidy, cautious, who read this copy before me. I fend him off with an elbow and find stray bits of his shiny black fur fluttering down to meet the black type. I try to read it with equal care though the dog is intrigued by the (to me) subtle smell of it and keeps poking his nose in for a sniff and a lick. The book has been gently handled, appearing - except for the lingering scent - to be brand new. Someone who read it before me wore a pleasant not-too-aggressive perfume, something restrained yet reminiscent of summer. This book, The Glass Eye by Jeannie Vanasco, carries a light floral scent. Some smell smoky, others smell of fried foods. Some have crumbs in the seams between pages, chocolatey thumb prints along the edges, coffee rings and splashes and drips. The library books I check out to read are rarely pristine.
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