A witty and winning new voice comes alive in this infectious road trip adventure with a rock-and-roll twist. Deborah Shapiro’s debut, The Sun in Your Eyes, blends the emotional nuance of Elena Ferrante with the potent nostalgia of High Fidelity, in a story of two women—one rich and alluring, the other just another planet in her dazzling orbit—and their fervid and troubled friendship.
In today’s post, Deborah shares her special relationship with libraries.
At the main branch of the Brooklyn Public Library, there’s an inscription by the entrance. It starts: “Here are enshrined the longing of great hearts…” I’ve always thought that’s a wonderful way to describe both what literature can be and the place that houses it. I don’t remember my first trip to that building, but it would’ve been over fifteen years ago, when I was recently out of college and living a few blocks away from that library. I’d been thrilled to find a room in a share with two strangers. It was a “garden” apartment, the kind of New York real estate euphemism for “you might wake up one morning to find weird mushrooms growing through the crumbling grout in your dank bathroom.” But I loved it. And I loved that it was so close to that wonderful library. At the time, I couldn’t afford to buy most of the books I wanted to read. But the library had just about whatever I could think of. More than that, getting a library card felt like a kind of accomplishment, like I was officially part of the city.