By Katherine Bosley
Somewhere in our library’s many
incarnations and remodelings a tiny door was built, and all four feet of it
have driven the children of Shelburne to distraction ever since. Discovering
what lies beyond that wee little threshold is the fervent goal of many a young
patron. The clincher is no one on staff will tell, which is because, until it’s
opened, everything and anything lies beyond it. Perhaps it’s a broom
closet, or perhaps the Queen of Hearts is back there furiously demanding her
roses be painted red.
Here at the library, part of our job is
to inspire readers, and reading is about possibility. They say curiosity killed
the cat, but I think it also breeds avid readers, and truth be told, cats are
not my thing so a universe heavy on readers and light on felines is okay by me.
I read, because until proven otherwise, every wardrobe is a portal, every boot
a portkey, and no break in the hedge or rabbit hole should remain unexplored.
