Paige’s story

I was shy as a child and so I used to escape into the library at primary school at break-time.  The librarian there never failed to fill my arms with books I loved – tales of girls falling back in time, strange new worlds, and anything about misfits of any description. I can still vividly picture the yellow and orange beanbags, the blue-green carpet, the dusty sunshine coming in through the windows.  You can imagine how proud I was eventually to ‘join’ the staff, working at the circulation desk stamping out books for the other children.  The library was my sanctuary and my ticket to a better place, and it still is. From the very start it was an environment that nurtured my lifelong love of reading and writing, which still keeps me sane decades later.

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