In 1972, my county built a new shiny library that was one floor, and took up a quarter of a city block in my home town. The children’s librarian Ms. Staratt had a round, friendly face, and her whole body shook with a bubbly inspiration for children’s literature. The library became a kind-of day-care-center for my sister and me during the hot summers. While growing up, we were dropped off and would spend up to six air-conditioned hours daily, reading books in the comfortable lime-green c...


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