Escape from Mr. Lemoncello's Library

A library doesn’t need windows, Andrew. We have books, which are windows into worlds we never even dreamed possible.

Because, my dear friends, these twelve children have lived their entire lives without a public library. As a result, they have no idea how extraordinarily useful, helpful, and funful - a word I recently invented - a library can be. This is their chance to discover that a library is more than a collection of dusty old books. It is a place to learn, explore, and grow!" -Mr. Lemoncello

But the player librarians all over the country were raving about most was Marjory Muldauer from Bloomfield Hills, Michigan. A gangly seventh grader, a foot taller than any of her competitors, Marjory Muldauer had memorized the ten categories of the Dewey decimal system before she entered preschool.

And for the first time in his life, Kyle Keeley wanted to check out a library book more than anything in the world.

A library doesn't need windows, Andrew. We have books, which are windows into worlds we never even dreamed possible" -Dr. Zinchencko

‘Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.’—Groucho Marx.” Bells

Because, like Sherlock says to Dr. Watson, ‘it is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.

Mr. Lemoncello bounced across the stage like a happy grasshopper.

Coming up from the basement, Kyle saw Andrew Peckleman in the middle of the Rotunda Reading Room, opening a long metal box sitting on top of the center desk. The holographic image of Mrs. Tobin was there, smiling patiently, as Peckleman pulled some kind of magazine out of the box. Miguel was also near

Chiltington was a snake. Worse. A garden slug. Maybe a leech. Something oily and slimy that left a greasy trail and liked to mooch off other people’s ideas.

Kyle still had a shot. A long shot, but, hey, sometimes the

every woman’s mind is her kingdom. Rule it wisely, lassie.

Kyle was busy helping Holmes figure out that the Red-Headed League was just a clever ploy pulled by some robbers to get a red-haired pawnbroker to leave his shop long enough for them to dig a tunnel from his basement to the bank next door when the librarian’s voice jolted him out of London and brought

Haley remembered another bit of Irish wisdom, something her dad said all the time: “Never bolt your door with a boiled carrot!” She