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Date Posted: 20:42:04 06/28/04 Mon
Author: Cecelia Benita
Subject: \ hush, escape to a better place /

Cecelia was a lover of quiet. Well, more a lover of books, but silence seemed to be the best environment for reading. The library was always hushed, with only the sweet sound of turning pages and the scratch of pens that interrupted the serenity. She sat there, behind the counter at the front of the old building, reading. During the summer it was often slow at the library: no book reports to be written, no projects to research. Only those who enjoyed the stillness of the air-conditioned structure ever ventured in then. Cecelia had to, it was her job, but she didn�t mind. This was her life-long passion.

The woman�s blonde hair was up in a bun behind her head, but she still fiddled with it nervously. The mystery novel she currently read was exciting, it brought her to an entirely different world. And even though she had read it several times already, some parts still made her tense with anticipation. From behind glasses her bright blue eyes scanned the pages quickly and a delicately painted finger turned the thin paper. A crash of books to one side broke her concentration: a teen scrambled to pick them up. She wished life were as exciting as this book�

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