If there's ever a story set in a library that I don't like, I don't think I've read it. This one, set in the bowels of the British Library, fills me with longing. Not for the magical literary device at the centre of the narrative, no. But for all those bookshelves and the chance to explore them. There has to be a literary residency at the British Library, doesn't there? I'll have to look. If so, it's going on my bucket list.