“think I have read every book at the library. Every novel, that is. Every novel that I want to read. Or might be willing to give a try. If someone had told me that this was possible ten years ago, I wouldn’t have believed it. Books are unlimited. I spin the rack with the sign NEW ACQUISITIONS in bold letters. The air-conditioning is too cool, and I have goose bumps. My mother is home again. My father is at work. The Fourth of July is tomorrow.”