“His smile was deep and dark, like a thousand books begging to be read, like the doorway to Narnia.” — Meg Leder Copy Share Image
“His smile was deep and dark, like a thousand books begging to be read, like the doorway to Narnia.” — Meg Leder Copy Share Image
“Everything around me smelled musty, like when you open an old book and it smells like words.” — Meg Leder Copy Share Image
