The glass walls gave the room a peaceful environment. I remember looking up at the these glass walls thinking they were as tall as a giant. I would wander around the library keeping my head down, struggling to find an interesting book that sparked my interest. I’d begin to grow nervous as everyone else in the class would be waiting by the door ready to leave and I’d still be roaming the shelves. Finding intriguing books for me had always been a hassle. It wasn’t until one day, where I noticed a bright purple book catching my eye. If it wasn’t for Junie B. Jones, I probably would have continued to be the last kid lost in a sea of books at the