The Library Girl

Chapter 18

April 4, 2015

I can't get my idea out of my head! I know it is something I must do. But I still can't think of what my book will be about. I spend hours going over it in my mind, trying to come up with an idea. I read countless books, so many that I've forgotten what happens in most of them, to try and spark my imagination.Nothing has worked. And maybe nothing will. But I must do it. I must not give up hope. I must publish a book.

A gust of wind spirals out of the book I am reading and twines around me. All of a sudden I am tiny, fragile, unable to control myself as the wind wraps around me and pulls me down, towards the book that barely a second ago I held in my hands. I spiral down, into the pages, fluttering in the breeze, now they are all I can see, and now I am falling through them, they suck me in, and the book slams shut.

Now I am lying on the ground, badly bruised. I pull myself up and look around. I seem to be in some kind of forest. The great,majestic trees are all around me, so high that I cannot see the top of them. Still disorientated from my fall, I blink and look around trying to take it all in. But I have hardly scrambled to my feet when I hear the sound of hooves, coming my way. A horse and cart, driven by a man, dressed all in green, emerges from the trees in front of me. He stops the horses when he sees me, and steps down from the cart. 

"So, it is you," he says in his deep. "I was sent here by the king to find you."

I stare at the man. What on Earth is he talking about? 

"Oh, so silly of me not to introduce myself," he continued. "I am Luciano Goldewin and I am a servant of the king. Welcome to Zamaria, the home of books and imagination," he continued. "You, Althea, are the chosen one.Soon, darkness will be upon us, and you and only you can save the magic of books and imagination forever."

I stare up at him, hardly believing my ears. How all this be true? I love books, cherish imagination. And if it isn't for me, then both these things will be gone forever...

April 5, 2015

I have just had the strangest dream. I dreamed that I was sucked into a book and ended up in another world. Then a man spoke to me. He told me that I must save books and imagination.That only I can do it. And that if I don't succeed, then they will be gone forever. And he didn't even call me by my real name. He called me... Althea. 

All I can think of right now is how relieved I am that it was all a dream. I couldn't afford for books and imagination to be lost forever. Books are my sole comfort during these hard times. What's more, without books, the world would be nothing. I can't let the anti book club win.Yes, I am extremely glad it isn't true, but the more I think about it, the more I realize what a wonderful story it would be. In fact, soon I realize something else. I finally know what my book will be about. I must go now. I must start writing before my dream fades away.

April 20, 2015

I'm so sorry that I haven't written for so long, but these days,every time I want to write something, I usually work on my book,which is going extremely well. I am now up to the seventh chapter and the story has grown a lot, becoming much more than it originally was in my dream. But I still haven't thought of a good name for it.

Yesterday I stayed the night at Leanne's again. I brought my book, and she read it. She was very impressed.

"This is the best thing I've ever read," she told me. "There's no way any publishing company could ever consider turning it down."

That was just too much. I burst out crying. She gave me a hug. We stayed like that for a long time.

"Have you thought of a name for it yet?" She said after awhile.

"No," I told her.

"Well, I know just the one," she told me.And the name she thought of was the perfect name, so simple, beautiful and blindingly obvious that I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it already.

"What is it?" I ask her.

"You should call it The Magic of Books."