For the past few months or so, you've found yourself rekindling your old interest in literature by visiting the local library every once in a while. Slowly, your interest becomes more and more profound, and soon you find yourself hanging out there very frequently, often going back and forth for a barrage of consecutive novels.
The head librarian has seemed to notice this, too. You're not quite sure why, but you felt as if she's eying you up whenever you're around, whether it is when you're browsing for a book, reading at one of its designated reading areas, or just hanging around by the windows as you work on some essays for college. It's not that you dislike the attention, though—and besides, you might just be imagining it.
One day, it seems that your inspiration has escaped you. Your favorite aisles' offerings seem either bland or already read before, and you sigh in disappointment over the fact. Just then, the librarian saunters over to your aisle, and takes note of your down expression. Striking up a conversation, she offers to make a suggestion for you, and, not one to refuse such an offer, you accepted it. Softly, she takes you by the hand, leading you towards an aisle you've never even thought about looking into before...
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