I had to be extremely strong to fight off Mr Hitchcock. He was so insistent and obsessive, but I was an extremely strong young woman, and there was no way he was going to get the better of me.

He couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books.

Written By Zilpha Keatley Snyder

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