I wished someone had been more patient with Nora (The Midnight Library) before she started converting every experience into lessons. So I wrote her a letter, because sometimes the most honest way to examine what a book gets wrong is to offer what it couldn't give its protagonist.

What would it look like to actually honour the premise? An infinite library could be genuine contemplative space allowing Nora to dwell in possibility without pressure to choose correctly. But that would require Haig to value contemplation over consolation, inquiry over instruction, dwelling over destination.