chapter nineteen
At nine o’ clock, I unlocked the door and prepared for the onslaught of excited summer readers. Several moms stood outside with their children. When I opened the door, I stepped back to avoid being trampled by an antsy toddler dashing towards the reading tent set up for the summer. I spent most of the morning darting between the circulation desk to hand out bags and the children’s area to help pick out books.
“ My Jordan is an exceptionally bright child,” Missy Kirkland informed me. “I want him to read chapter books this summer.”
“ There’s a great series for beginning chapter readers over here,” I said and guided her towards the Pete the Pirate series popular with second grade readers. Jordan wandered away from his mother and picked up a picture book about whales.
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