![]() I took the book home and began to deface it. It was the kind of place that seemed to have bought its books by the metre to decorate the walls, so I asked if I could keep the volume that had caught my eye: a cheap edition of Edward Lane’s translation of The Thousand and One Nights, first published in 1838. Last year, in a café near where I live in Istanbul, I noticed an old book on a shelf. I, a girl, exultant, crossed into the room of sentences.
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