There’s A Secret Living In Our Library’s Basement, And Only My Mom And I Know The Truth


Read Part One Here.

I want to start by saying that I’m thrilled at the positive response that our library guardian has gotten – that’s what my mother and I have taken to calling it. I never expected so many people to be interested in our creature, and although many people have asked me for more stories concerning the guardian, I haven’t had anything of note to report.

Until now, that is.

For so long, life went on as normal at the library. Although I am still a freelance writer, I now do it from my hometown and I work days at the library with my mom. She and I take turns caring for our creature, and in so doing we have learned a thing or two about it. First, its favorite candies are Skittles, Reese’s Pieces, Jolly Ranchers, and Twizzlers. Second, it loves classical novels, particularly stories about adventure. Third, it usually prefers to remain in the shadows and avoid human contact.

But the status quo changed when the library began its renovations.


Now, I love the library as much as my mom does. After all, I practically grew up there. There are so many things to love about it – the warm, cozy atmosphere; the plastic castle for the kids to play in; the treats my mom leaves out for the kids on the front desk. But as much as I love the library, I can’t deny this one particularly painful truth.

It’s a dump.


About the author

Rona Vaselaar

Rona Vaselaar is a graduate from the University of Notre Dame and currently attending Johns Hopkins as a graduate student.

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