Abby looked up from the bookshelf and scanned the library. The large room was deserted. She knew that was two people in the computer room and the only other librarian on duty was in the office. She was alone. She turned back to the re-shelving the children’s fiction books.
She returned The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Hobbit, and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to their places. Abby couldn’t help be smile. These were a few of her favourite books as a child. They had saved her. Whenever she was lonely or the kids at school were mean she would pick up a book and escape into its fantastical world. Books had changed her life and given her hope. She remembered the first time she had ever experienced a books power to transport her.
She was in grade two and her mother had begun to read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to her and her brother Nathan before bed. For weeks she had tried to find a door between the worlds that would transport her to Lewis’ make-believe-world. She had fallen in love with Narnia and wanted to move there. More than once her mother had found her crammed into a cupboard or a closet asking Aslan to “let the magic work this time.”
Abby’s mind returned the present. She ran her finger down the spines of the children’s books till it came to rest on The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. She would indulge her inner child and sign the book out. It was time to re-read it and it was her birthday after all. It would be good to take an imaginary trip. Little did she know that she was about to take an equally adventures trip to magical realm.
For more "book" inspired writings visit Sunday Scribblings.