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The Book of Sand Continued…
As I walked into the empty library my steps echoed through the large and silent building. It was 7:03 and I was twenty-seven minutes early for my first day of work at the Argentine National Library. It had always been my dream to have the opportunity to work in a place filled with some of the most spectacular literature in the world.
“Hello, are you Ms. Coswell?” said a woman behind a large desk and equally large spectacles.
“Oh hi, yes that would be me. Call me Laura” I replied with a shy smile.
“Great, I am Debra. I’m glad you are here so early, there is a lot to be done today before the new collection of texts arrives tomorrow. So if you would like to get a head start on emptying the basement, it would be much appreciated.”
“Yes I think I could do that.”
Debra handed me a key and showed me what direction to go in order to find the basement. I unlocked the door and as I entered I noticed a light switch on the wall next to the door and flipped it on. The light flickered a few times before illuminating the entire room. The basement wore a blanket of dust and smelled of aged literature. Only one of the many bookcases was still filled with books, though it held quite a large quantity of books. I grabbed the cart that I had first noticed when I walked through the door. I also pushed a stool in front of the bookcase to reach the books sitting all the way at the top. I soon realized that these books were very heavy and my arms started to become tired quickly.
As I dwindled down to the last few rows of the bookcase I decided to check out some of the books I was putting in the cart. All of the books were religious texts, some of them were familiar to me but one of the books I began to look through was different from any other book I had ever seen. It might have been because I didn’t recognize the strange language it was written in or maybe something else about it interested me so much. I put the book aside... [continues]
The Book of Sand Continued…
As I walked into the empty library my steps echoed through the large and silent building. It was 7:03 and I was twenty-seven minutes early for my first day of work at the Argentine National Library. It had always been my dream to have the opportunity to work in a place filled with some of the most spectacular literature in the world.
“Hello, are you Ms. Coswell?” said a woman behind a large desk and equally large spectacles.
“Oh hi, yes that would be me. Call me Laura” I replied with a shy smile.
“Great, I am Debra. I’m glad you are here so early, there is a lot to be done today before the new collection of texts arrives tomorrow. So if you would like to get a head start on emptying the basement, it would be much appreciated.”
“Yes I think I could do that.”
Debra handed me a key and showed me what direction to go in order to find the basement. I unlocked the door and as I entered I noticed a light switch on the wall next to the door and flipped it on. The light flickered a few times before illuminating the entire room. The basement wore a blanket of dust and smelled of aged literature. Only one of the many bookcases was still filled with books, though it held quite a large quantity of books. I grabbed the cart that I had first noticed when I walked through the door. I also pushed a stool in front of the bookcase to reach the books sitting all the way at the top. I soon realized that these books were very heavy and my arms started to become tired quickly.
As I dwindled down to the last few rows of the bookcase I decided to check out some of the books I was putting in the cart. All of the books were religious texts, some of them were familiar to me but one of the books I began to look through was different from any other book I had ever seen. It might have been because I didn’t recognize the strange language it was written in or maybe something else about it interested me so much. I put the book aside... [continues]
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