The Night Bookmobile was published as a series which ran in weekly installments in The Guardian (print and online editions) from Saturday, 31 May 2008 to Saturday, 27 December 2008. Its presentation on the website leaves a lot to be desired: the default image sizes were too small to be properly readable, and — most annoyingly — in its archived form, the installments are listed across two pages and only in reverse order.
It is the purpose of this single page to present in natural, beginning-to-end order a proper table of contents that provides links directly to the “zoomed-picture”/“enlarged version” of each installment in the series.
Each link will open that week’s installment in a new window (or tab).
- 'It was sitting at the corner of Ravenswood and Belle Plaine. I didn't know it was the Night Bookmobile, of course. It was an enormous, battered Winnebago'
- Meet Mr. Openshaw, librarian of The Night Bookmobile
- The bookmobile starts to reveal its strange secrets (i)
- The bookmobile starts to reveal its strange secrets (ii)
- The bookmobile starts to reveal its strange secrets (iii)
- The bookmobile stocks everything you've ever read
- The bookmobile's librarian is reluctant to allow loans ...
- Lexi returns to the apartment and sees Richard. They make up, following their argument
- Richard sat at the table and ate the fried eggs and bacon I cooked
- Have you ever found your heart's desire but then lost it?
- I stood at the corner of Ravenswood and Belle Plaine for six hours, by myself
- I gave up looking on that particular corner and began roaming the city aimlessly
- 'Like a pregnant woman eating for two, I read for myself and the librarian'
- The second time I saw the Night Bookmobile it was another chance encounter
- Mr Openshaw opens the door with a smile
- Alexandra is finally reunited with Mr. Openshaw and the Night Bookmobile
- Alexandra seeks a position at the library
- 'In the same way that perfume captures the essence of a flower, these shelves of books were a distillation of my life'
- I spent the night roaming the stacks. Mr Openshaw stayed at the wheel of the bookmobile, reading
- I went to library school four nights a week. During the day I waitressed and read
- Once again, I began to wander the streets of Chicago at dusk
- Another chance encounter with the Night Bookmobile
- Back in the library
- I drank my tea and explored the farthest recesses of my collection
- I didn't want Mr Openshaw to see me cry
- The books had taken over. I thought of everything I had given up for reading.
- I looked to see if I was bleeding on the carpet, but there were no signs of my recent activities
- Alexandra! Congratulations! You're hired!
- I didn't know how to ask. Mr Openshaw mistook my hesitiation
- I looked at the book I was holding. My mother had read it to me over and over