Paige Turner Nau -

Paige closed the cover. The brass key turned to dust in her hand. She climbed the stairs, and when she opened the door to the kitchen, the morning light was the color of old paper. She picked up the phone.

Paige, heart hammering, descended. At the bottom was a single room with a single shelf. On it sat one book, leather-bound and larger than a dictionary. The title was embossed in silver leaf: The Untold Stories of Paige Turner Nau. paige turner nau

Paige grew up surrounded by the scent of old paper and the quiet rustle of dust jackets. At sixteen, she could recommend a perfect book for any ailment: Jane Eyre for a broken heart, The Hobbit for a lost sense of adventure, Gatsby for disillusionment with the rich kids at school. But Paige herself had a problem she couldn’t solve. She was, as she put it, “tectonically shy.” She lived between pages, not among people. Paige closed the cover