I looked at the book I was holding. My mother had read it to me over and over

I didn't know how to ask. Mr Openshaw mistook my hesitiation

Alexandra! Congratulations! You're hired!

I looked to see if I was bleeding on the carpet, but there were no signs of my recent activities

I found myself standing in an immense room: domed, sunlit, beige-carpeted

The books had taken over. I thought of everything I had given up for reading.

I didn't want Mr Openshaw to see me cry

I drank my tea and explored the farthest recesses of my collection

Back in the library

Another chance encounter with the Night Bookmobile

Once again, I began to wander the streets of Chicago at dusk

I went to library school four nights a week. During the day I waitressed and read

I spent the night roaming the stacks. Mr Openshaw stayed at the wheel of the bookmobile, reading

'In the same way that perfume captures the essence of a flower, these shelves of books were a distillation of my life'

Alexandra seeks a position at the library

Alexandra is finally reunited with Mr. Openshaw and the Night Bookmobile

Mr Openshaw opens the door with a smile

The second time I saw the Night Bookmobile it was another chance encounter

'Like a pregnant woman eating for two, I read for myself and the librarian'

I gave up looking on that particular corner and began roaming the city aimlessly