“I walked straight to the library. Mrs. Bloom, the librarian, always knows everything.”

“I walked straight to the library. Mrs. Bloom, the librarian, always knows everything.”

“She wore heavy sandals, with socks. No kid in the entire state of Mississippi wore black socks in the summer. Shoot, if I wasn't standing smack-dab in the middle of the library, I wouldn't be wearing shoes.”

“I walked straight to the library. Mrs. Bloom, the librarian, always knows everything.”

“For the rest of the afternoon, Miss Bloom smiled almost as bright as the big yellow sun shining through the front picture window. Her library was filled up with people who loved books.”

“Libraries are about books. Books have no color. And they don't care who reads them.”

“There's more to stories than it seems at first looking," she said. "Two sides to most stories. Folks better be thinking about that for once.”

“Truth to tell, I'm right proud of Glory. She's standing up for what she believes is right. All of us should lead our children to do that, don't you know?”