"She walked over and did it again, this time much slower, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines of light shown down from a chandelier. Several times, she almost pulled a title from its place but didn't dare disturb them. They were too perfect."
This is from Markus Zusak's beautiful BookThief.I'm about halfway through it, and it is a wonderment. Thank you, Alexandra, for recommending.The photo is from the Bauhaus Museum in Weimar.Marvelous Marionettes.