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Henry Gossamer Opossum, appropriately named for his downy-soft fur, is a snuggler. If he has things his way, he'd stay tucked deep in the coziest corner of his sleeping bag all day. Generally, because he was up reading all night prior; he can never seem to put down a good book. It's a habit that has set Henry's circadian cycle all askew and has him bright-eyed clear through 'til dawn. This wouldn't be so bad, but it has meant that his nights are spent all alone.
So, Henry decided to open a moonlight library, nocturnal hours only. There, he's stocked the shelves with his savoured collection of children's books (purely for reminiscence sake), with their beautifully rich illustrations and fantastic stories. Experimental and unique books flesh out the collection; it is always a treat to be surprised with each turn of the page. The rest are primarily non-fiction: in pristine condition, with spines whole, pages crisp and nary a dog ear, mysterious stain or margin comment in sight. From Plato to Thoreau, 'The Pig Who Sang to the Moon' to 'Music of the Primes', quantum physics to metaphysics.
Henry's library is surprisingly busy with both book lovers and nocturnes. Delighted, he's thinking he'll set up a book club, and an exchange programme. Interesting how such a solitary hobby has offered so much camaraderie.