A woman sits in a library (a home library rather than a public library).
She is surrounded by books. Each book is held by the personification of itself, (possibly the personification of the author or protagonist).
Several Books surround her in a circle, holding themselves open and turning their own pages for her.
She swivels around in a chair, reading passages from each in turn, as if having a conversation with old, dear friends.
It is bliss.