“Mrs. Montgomery, yes ma’am, it’s me. How are you doing?” she asked the woman who had opened her eyes to a world beyond the boundaries of Brunswick County. Leaning over to hug the head librarian, Zora felt a little self-conscious. She was sure every inch of her 5’8” frame smelled like fried food. However, judging by the return hug, it didn’t seem like it was a problem.
“I’m good. Just left the Friends of the Library sale and we had a good turnout. I don’t care what anyone says about this e-book thing everyone keeps harping on as the new wave in reading. There is nothing like holding an actual book in your hand, turning pages, and putting it on a bookshelf so you can admire it whenever you walk into a room. Books take us to the future, remind us of the past, and allow us the tools to change our present. Who wouldn’t want to spend fifty cents on something like that and help out a good cause in the process?”