A Plea for Children’s Books: by Hilary Hopkins
There was a small corner of the library that no child ever strayed to. The book covers were monotones of dark and dreary colors and they weighed heavy in my pre-adolescent hands. Around the corner, my peers poured over shelves of thin, bright books, but I was alone to face my shelf. This is where the librarian led me on the first day of third grade.
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