“I walked straight to the library. Mrs. Bloom, the librarian, always knows everything.” — Augusta Scattergood Copy Share Image
“And this is the library,” Mrs. Simcosky said, leading Beth into a generous room with a fire flickering in a river rock fireplace. “Or, as Mason liked to call it, my love den.” She drifted to one of the floor… — Trish McCallan Copy Share Image
