Welcome to my secret library.
When I was a little girl I loved to find treasures. I would kneel down in the earth, knees finding prayers, hands foraging through dirt, rocks and roots for beautiful stones.
The library a town over from mine (our little blink-and-you-miss-it didn't have one yet) had drawers full of tiny little cards with date stamps on them and a series of numbers and letters. Mystery. This was known as the Dewey Decimal system—a code printed on cards, shelves, and book-spines guiding us to the titles we wanted—that those of us dwelling in our vintage years remember. Nowadays, we have sleek new computers and shiny desks, but I will always cherish the memory of my excited hands gripping the edges of those index cards with my feet on the hunt for a riveting new story. They were treasure maps. Those letters and numbers promised glimmering adventures.