I'd Pretty Much Given Up Hope Of

My Fingers Positively Itched To Drift At Length Along Their Spines, To Arrive At One Whose Lure I Could Not Pass, To Pluck It Down, To Inch It Open, Then To Close My Eyes And Inhale The Soul-sparking Scent Of Old And Literate Dust.

I'd Pretty Much Given Up Hope Of Being Published, So I Just Wrote The Book I Wanted To Read.

After All, It's The Librarian's Sworn Purpose To Bring Books Together With Their One True Reader.

...which Fairy-tale Princess Ever Chose Her Maid Over Her Prince?

Thinking Of Nothing. Trying To Think Of Nothing. Thinking Of Everything.