Reddit reviews The Stations of the Angels

When I was fourteen my family moved into a burning house. The movers complained of the smoke but we handed out masks, opened windows and set up fans to keep the conflagration towards the back. Mom organized us kids in a bucket-line to splash water into the kitchen so they could start unloading the silver-ware and china plates. We took it for a game, drenching each other more than the flames.

Soon as we could we dropped our buckets and dodged into the smoke to explore. We found a stone-lined basement the fire never seemed to reach, and a living room with a light continual shower of sparks from rooms above. A door beyond led to a library with shelves of bug-husk shells of burned books. I picked one up, scanned the ashen title: "The Great Gatsby". We'd had that in English last year. When I put it back it crumbled to ash.

On the floor lay a yellowed copy of Blake's poems. It looked singed and soaked, soaked and singed, tempered to some state beyond destruction. I picked it up, read of tigers and anvils, brains and hammers. I put it on the shelf in the ashes of Gatsby.
--Stations of the Angels
https://www.amazon.com/Stations-Angels-Raymond-St-Elmo-ebook/dp/B01NAY3ME7