The Personal Librarian – Historical fiction at its best!
A remarkable novel about J. P. Morgan’s personal librarian, Belle da Costa Greene, the Black American woman who was forced to hide her true identity and pass as white in order to leave a lasting legacy that enriched our nation, from New York Times bestselling author Marie Benedict, and acclaimed author Victoria Christopher Murray. You can refer to some other novels at the link below.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Morgan.”
“I’m sorry to hear you’ve been ill again, Miss Greene.”
“A minor case of neuralgia. I really cannot complain, however.”
“I’m sure you’re not,” he replied. “This is a good sickroom. Why don’t you go downstairs and take a walk in the garden?”
Belle nodded and started down the hall toward the stairs. As she walked past her friend Jennet Murray’s room she heard voices from the next chamber. She stopped to listen:
“…so I’ve asked her if I can at least see it before the auction this week…I’ve got to try, she says. It’s the only way I can get out of this house alive…”
When Belle stepped into her own room, Mr. Morgan was sitting by the window with a long shaded book in his hand. “You’ve taken time to become acquainted with my latest acquisition?” he asked, setting the book on his desk and standing up to greet her.
“Yes. A wonderful new translation of Homer. I’ve had a busy day.”
Mr. Morgan smiled and patted Belle’s cheek with an open palm. “Well, you’ve still got quite a bit of work to do before I’ll let you go. Please close the door, Miss Greene,” he said as he settled into his chair again. His voice was quite calm as though a discussion of Homer had been completely natural, but Belle knew him well enough to suspect that he was in an unusually good mood—hopefully because of her health or something else in the news, but more likely because of the book she’d shown him.
“I will take a walk later this afternoon,” she replied and started toward the door.
“No, stay a moment,” he said, and Belle turned to look at him. The look on his face was one she’d seen dozens of times: calculating and impenetrable.
With her hands clasped together in front of her, Belle turned back to the door where she began slowly walking toward it. Something about the set of his jaw told her that this wasn’t just another ordinary conversation but that Mr. Morgan was deadly serious about something—probably money again—and the fact that he wanted her to stand there and listen made it worse somehow, as though she were trapped with nowhere to turn for help.