Page 74 - The Midnight Library

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‘So, I could open a book and just die?’

‘No. Not instantaneously. As with Voltaire, the only lives available here
are, well, lives. I mean, you could die in that life, but you won’t have died
before you enter the life because this Midnight Librar y is not one of ghosts. It
is not a librar y of corpses. It is a librar y of possibility. And death is the

opposite of possibility. Understand?’
‘I think so.’
And Nora stared at the book she had been handed. Conifer green.
Smooth-textured, again embossed with that broad and frustratingly

meaningless title My Life.
She opened it and saw a blank page, so she moved to the next page and
wondered what was going to happen this time. ‘e swimming pool was a
little busier than normal . . .’

And then she was there.