Mr. Linden

     He had warned me, don’t stray to the books on the west side of the library, but you cannot tell an eight year old girl that and expect her to listen. I had been full of curiosity; what books were on the west side of the library?

     “Jemma, don’t go to the west side of the library,” Mr. Linden reminded me as I skipped through the doors and I shot him my eight year old smile, “And don’t look at any of the books.”
     “I won’t!” I promised as I continued to skip through the library until I got to the children’s section.
     After finding two or three books I plopped myself in a chair and began reading.
     My mind strayed though; I kept looking to the west side of the library; what books were over there? I had to know. I just had to.
    I set the books I had found earlier back onto their appropriate shelves, and quietly tip toed to the front desk, Mr. Linden’s desk.
     Instead of the older man that usually was there, a young woman sat behind the desk instead. She hadn’t seen me, the desk was very tall.
     I walked over and grasping the top of the desk pulled myself up to peer over, “Hello,” I said as the woman gasped, her hand going to her heart as she stared at me.
     “Hello,” I repeated as she shook her head.
     “What are you doing?” she asked as I smiled at her; my perfect eight year old smile.
     “Where’s Mr. Linden?” I asked as she shook her head.
     “I don’t know, I was called in, there was an emergency somewhere,” she told me.
     “Oh. When will he be back?” I asked; my plan was already forming in my mind.
     “Honey, I don’t know, do you know where the child books are?” she asked as I nodded.
     “I’m going to go back to read! BYE!” I said a little too loud, but I raced away before she could shush me.
     I made it seem like I was walking to the children section, it was on the East side, but once out of her view I took a left instead of taking a right.
     I was going to the west side of the library.
     As I walked into the west side I noticed drastic changes. For one the lights were darker, and there were shadows all over the place; just that scared me. As I walked deeper into the library I saw a single book on a podium.
     Curiosity killed the cat they say, and I walked closer to the podium; what was the book?
     The podium was high, so high, I glanced around quickly, but I didn’t see or hear anyone. I raced to a table, grabbed one of the chairs, and dragged it back.
     SCREEEEEHHHH.
     I stopped dragging the chair and looked around, I didn’t see anybody running towards me and shushing me, so I hurried dragged the chair to the podium.
     SCREECH. SCREECH. SCREECH.
     I stopped constantly; checking every direction, but nobody was looking, or racing to tell me I was not supposed to be in the west side of the library.
     Finally, I reached the podium; I dragged the chair right next to it and climbed up, up, up, until I could see the book.
     It was old.
     Probably older than Mr. Linden, it was so old I was afraid I might break it, was this why I couldn’t go to the west side of the podium?
     I heard talking, and I could have sworn I heard Mr. Linden; I had to get out of here.
     Taking a deep breath, without a second thought, I grabbed the book and stuffed it into my backpack. I grabbed the chair and dragged it back quickly to its right spot.
     It was hard work, but I had to make sure nobody knew I was in the west side of the library.
     Once the chair was back in the exact position I had taken it, I raced back to the children’s section. Then I made my appearance.
     I walked back to the desk, and this time I saw Mr. Linden and the woman there talking in hush tones, “Bye Mr. Linden! See you tomorrow!” I called out and I quickly raced out the doors without a glance back.
     I ran down the sidewalk and to my house. I clambered up the front steps, through the door, shouting a quick, ‘I’m home,’ to my mother before I ran upstairs to my room.
     I jumped on my bed, took the book out; I was ready to see what this book was all about. Did it hold any secrets?
     The book was hard to open, it felt like it was glued shut, annoyed I threw the book across the room, just to see if the book pages rustled, and hopefully the book would open.
     No luck.
     The book hadn’t opened; annoyed I stomped over to the book and brought it back to the bed, was it glued shut? I looked at it and tried to think, how I was going to open the book?
     “Open,” I commanded and at first nothing happened, but then I saw the book shake slightly, and then it opened.
     Vines poured out of the book, heading in every direction, I let out a squeal and backed up against the wall trying to get away from it.
     I was not fast enough, because just as I hit the wall a vine wrapped around my wrist and I slumped, my body hitting my bed, and just as my eyes shut I saw the vines. They were moving much slower to lay in the book, and then I shut my eyes.

     Forever sleeping.

    

Don't Quote Me On That

 

A quote that has caught my attention for a while now is, "I won't give up." I have heard it before but the song by Jason Mraz has caught my attention. In my opinion it is describing something you should never do, even when everything is rough. You should always push on.

Another quote that has caught my eye is, "There are two types of pains, one that hurts you and the other that changes you." I like this quote because it basically describes everyone's life, you will have pains in life but you have to chose which one is going to change you or hurt you.

I feel like people believe that you just get successful, no matter what in life; but it's not true. This quote is, "We learn from failure, not success."


 

The last quote I have is about Family, I know my family is far from perfect, but we are family. Throughout everything that has happened we are still a family, we still love each other, we still care about each other, but sometimes there are things that happen. We still love everybody, we may not like them at the moment, but during the whole thing that person is, and always will be a part of the family. This quote says,
"No family is perfect.. We argue, we fight. We even stop talking to each other at times, but in the end, family is family.. The love will always be there."

Before this when David was actually Jeffrey's assistant

I have one more to add from my favorite band that made a web series. In this web series there is the main characters IM5, a butler named Wilfred, and the three trainers I guess you could call it; Boonquisha (and naw), Todrick Hall (a musician/performer), and Jeffrey (the fashionista). In this webseries there were so many parts that my best friend Liana and I quote to each other; basically every day somehow we come up with something that goes along with the situation. One of these quotes is, "You're the worst assistant I have ever had, you're tacky, and disgusting, but you have a heart of gold." When reading this quote please think/say that quote in a gay fashionista voice, that sometimes likes David (DAH-VAD), and other times could probably push him off a cliff.
 

Famous First and Last Lines

"It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on other end asking for someone he was not."

The author of this book City of Glass is Paul Auster, the book was written in 1985. Auster was bron on February 3, 1947 and is known for writing blends of absudism, existentialism, and crime fiction. He is currently 67 and lives in Newark, New Jersey. His pen name though is Paul Queen or Paul Benjamin.


The City of Glass is the first book in the series Paul Auster wrote. The series is called The New York Trilogy. Auster first wrote the first book City of Glass in 1985, published the other two books, Ghosts, The Locked Room, in 1986. City of Glass is about a detective-fiction writer that has become a private investigator and he somehow turns into madness as he digs into this case.


Honestly, I would probably not read this, because one I do not like books that are about a mystery, and if they do I like the teenage-friendly books, I guess you could say. I do not really like books that have the main character as a boy, or man, for this instance. I would probably skip this book if it was on a shelf and go to another one.

"Maybe I will go to Paris. Who knows? But I'll sure as hell never go back to Texas again."

James Crumley is the author of the book The Final Country. Crumley was born on October 12, 1939 and died on September 17, 2008. He was the author of violent crime novels, and also many short stories and essays. Crumley has been described as "one of the modern crime writing's best practitioners." He was born in Texas, ironically, and died when he was 68 in Montana.


The Final Country is a part of one of his other books bringing in one of the characters Milo Milodragovitch, who is in a late age and is hating that. He owns a business in Texas Hill Country, being rich, and is near the end of a relationship. Throughout this book he goes from a boring life to a full life of practically everything it seems.


As I have stated previously in the last book, I do not enjoy this genre so I would also pass up this book. The summary of the book on Goodreads didn't even sound like anything I am even interested in, but I really do like the last line of the book; it can lead me to several different thoughts on what is happening.

Dreams Come True

It was finally happening; I was meeting my idols.

            “Next,” the person said holding their hand out to get the ticket.

            Handing it over I was led to another line. This time though it had a band’s name that I could fangirl about all day to.

            Behind the dark purple door was, IM5.

            Groups were led through the door, groups exited silent and in awe.

            This was great.

            I was in the last group, but you save the best for last right?

            Five minutes later I was passing through the same dark purple door, led down a hallway, and then into a room with five boys: Cole, Dana, David, Gabe, and Will. IM5.

            Meeting gazes with all of them, I smiled wide.

            As people say: Dreams Come True.

Storybook Charm and Airy Blue

Up above the moon

A palace sits on the clouds

Princess waits by night

Children run under me

The ground is far below me

I am blue to them