A dream of writing a book

            We had a school library with a librarian, Miss Smith, a young, brisk, well-tailored teacher who also taught reading. She taught us how to use the library and once made us line up alphabetically by our last names, as if we were books on shelves. After that, I found a place on the shelf where my book would be if I ever wrote a book, which I doubted.

Beverly Cleary, A Girl from Yamhill (New York: Dell Yearling, 1989), p. 143