“If peace had a smell,it would be the smell of a library full of old, leather-bound books.”

“She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.”

“There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos. ”

“Ereaders were a great convenience, but nothing could beat the smell of a library and old books.”

“The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.”

“The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in. She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.”