Post by ADDISON ROWE on Apr 4, 2013 22:52:56 GMT -5
” For someone who had the entire layout of the library memorized, she didn’t have a clue as to where she was right now. Addison peered at the books all around her, hoping they might give her a clue as to which section she was in, but she was sure it’d be much easier to actually find someone who could help her.
There was something missing in Addison Rowe’s life and it had taken her a week to figure out what it was.
She hadn’t been to the New York public library in a little over a month. To anybody else, this wouldn’t be a big deal. There were obviously more important things in life than to going to a library; things like work and meetings and taking care of children. And besides, why ever would anybody need to go to the library anymore when they could purchase and download the book they wanted onto their stupid electronic devices? Give Addison a nice new novel any day: the smell of it, the feel of opening it for the first time, the gentle care for the binding, the joy at not having a single dog-eared page to fret over. That was Heaven for her; there was nothing better than it, and if there was one way to win her heart, it was to give her a new book.
She’d been thinking so much lately about all the public library had to offer that her performance in class had actually slipped. When she’d been called on to answer a question, she actually hadn’t known the answer. Some sarcastic kid in the back of the room had laughed and made a joke about the world ending if Addison Rowe couldn’t answer a question right. She’d thrown a pencil at him and snapped at him to shut up in a very non-Addison like manner, and had it not been for her normally perfect behavior, she might just have landed herself in some sort of trouble. To anybody else, this kind of thing would be ridiculously stupid. To Addison, though, it was just more proof that she needed to spend a day, absorbing the library environment.
Baum’s hardly counted anymore, she’d been there so often during the last month. Whether she was checking out books for studying or running out of novels to find that she hadn’t already read, Addison was sick to death of that library. What she needed was the silence of an old building, filled with towering bookcases and plush armchairs and people who were just as quiet as she was. When she stepped in through those doors for the first time in a little over a month, she immediately felt better, as a hole in her heart had been filled. She hadn’t quite realized how much she’d missed it.
Addison made her way immediately to the fiction section, wanting nothing more than to find herself a plush armchair where she could sit down with a classic fairytale. Having spent so much of her time here in the past, she knew the layout of the building by heart and it took her next to no time to get where she was headed. Without even meaning to, she’d started to make lists in her head; books she’d already read but would again, books she hadn’t read yet, and books from either of those lists that she really wanted to read whether she’d done so already or not. It was sort of silly but it kept her distracted enough that she turned the wrong way (more than once) and soon found herself very much lost.
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