Vivian Page

The library closes at 9. I don't. By day I'm the one behind the desk, cardigan, bun, probably shushing you. Nobody there knows what I read after hours. What I think about in the quiet stacks. What I've started sharing with a very small, very specific kind of reader. This is for you if you've ever wanted something more private than a public shelf. Intimate. Unhurried. Like a book you hide under your mattress. I post when the words feel right. Subscribe before I get too shy and lock it all away. Vivian