May 21, 2013
Disclaimer – These stories are fictitious and are purely for the purpose of entertainment and education about the Library.
Hello everyone, I’m about to introduce you to some of the many fun characters that you might meet at the Library. If you’re like me, you probably have spent most of your lives thinking that books are just made of glue, paper, and ink, nothing more. We were all wrong! I have recently been made aware that the books that you and I love to read all have their own stories! Yes, I can see you rolling your eyes right now and thinking, well of course, they have their own stories. That’s what a book is. Let me be the first to tell you that you are correct, more correct than you realize. Just a week ago, I was about to check in some books when I began hearing voices. I looked for where the voices were coming from and was about to chalk it up to lack of sleep or a sudden onset of schizophrenia when I suddenly discovered that the source of the voices was right there in my hands. The books were talking to me! I nearly dropped them in my surprise, as I stared with an open mouth down at the stack of books in my hands. I was caught between fainting and calling the police to report some serious pranking. The books had a different idea; they calmly explained to me that they had always been able to talk but had been waiting for just the right person to speak to. I spent the next few hours listening to them tell their stories of all the adventures they had been able to experience as library books. Some stories were exciting, some were scary, some were sad, but they are all true. That is why I’m here, my friends, to tell you the stories of the library books. Of course, there is too much story to fit into one blog, so keep a look out for these stories as they are released over the next few months.
My first story that I bring to you is about a book named Larry.
Larry was a book like any other. His pages told a story of a kitten and its ball of yarn; many children liked to read his story. One day, a little girl pulled him from his shelf. This little girl loved kittens and promptly sat down in the aisle to look at Larry’s pictures. Larry was delighted, as usual, to be able to bring joy to this little girl by simply sharing his story. The little girl took Larry to her mother, who consented to checking out the book. The nice desk people checked him out and put Larry into a sack with some other books. The ride home was nice; these people liked to listen to country music in the car. The mother read Larry to the little girl many times until the day that Larry fell onto the floor. The little girl was playing in her room and accidentally kicked him underneath her bed. It was dark and dusty, but Larry didn’t mind. He promptly closed his bookish eyes and dozed off into a peaceful snooze. After a few weeks, Larry still had not been found. He had enjoyed his nap but was now beginning to wonder if he was going to be stuck down underneath the bed forever. The little girl and her mother had forgotten about poor Larry until the day they received a letter in the mail asking them to return him. Larry was six whole weeks past his due date, and the mother had been fined for the cost of him. The mother and her little girl searched and searched but couldn’t find Larry. They had given up hope of finding him. A few days later, it was time for them to clean up the girl’s messy room, and as they were vacuuming, they found him under the bed. The little girl was so happy to find him and so was her mother. That same day, they packed up into their car and drove to the Library to return Larry. All the librarians rejoiced to see Larry return, and the mother was happy to have the bill reduced to just overdue fines for having Larry so long. Larry finally was home. He hugged his library book family and they all shared a wonderful celebration feast in honor of his return.
Red Bridge Branch