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think ver y keenly about where you want to be. You have clearly made some

progress, I can tell. You seem to realise that life could be worth living, if only
you found the right one to exist inside. But you don’t want that gate to close
before you get a chance to go through it.’
ey both were silent for a ver y long time, as Nora obser ved all the books

all around her. All the possibilities. Calmly and slowly, she walked along the
aisle, wondering what lay beyond the covers of each book, and wishing the
green spines would offer some kind of clue.
‘Now, which book do you fancy?’ came Mrs Elm’s words behind her.

Nora remembered Hugo’s words in the kitchen.
Dream big.
e librarian had a penetrating gaze. ‘Who is Nora Seed? And what does
she want?’

When Nora thought of her closest access to happiness, it was music. Yes,
she still played the piano and keyboard sometimes, but she had given up
creating. She had given up singing. She thought of those happy early pub
gigs playing ‘Beautiful Sky’. She thought of her brother larking about on

stage with her and Ravi and Ella.
So now she knew precisely which book to ask for.