“The first time I walked into that library my jaw must have hit the marble floor. I had never seen such a place. So many books. And the smell. I had not realized that books had a smell. I stood with my eyes closed, taking in long, deep breaths. Mr. McDade, my English teacher, read my mind as he watched me that first day. "Smells like learning, doesn't it, Helen?" I smiled and nodded in agreement, sure that I could actually smell the words in the air.”