The book was a fairly simple read; it contained a variety of methods for one to organize their mind in order to protect their memories from invaders. She’d heard of most of them: a long hallway with doors, a wall made of stacked bricks, and  of course  a library. It spoke of different ways to categorize memories: chronologically, by location, by person, by importance. It all felt very logical, but the  how of it all was lost on her. 