The walls of the library were covered in big maple bookshelves that ran from floor to ceiling, sporting volumes on plumbing, weaponry, martial arts, religion, ancient civilizations, and dozens of other topics. A huge wooden ladder lay against one bookshelf, attached at the floor and the ceiling via rollers. The room also housed three leather wingback chairs, another huge mildewed couch with clawed wooden feet, and even a radio that looked as though it might actually work were electricity still flowing through the grand old house. Everything was bathed in dust, and more than a few spiders, flies, cockroaches, and other assorted crawling creatures had decided to homestead the property. The entire second floor of the house was a virtual metropolis of bugs.
— Small Things, Chapter 20
