Gloria and I slipped into a pair of white coats that had very long sleeves because we were a little shorter than most of the Hyatt’s staff. Mr. Adamo hooked us up with a cart loaded down with chips, nuts, cookies, and a punch bowl filled with soft drinks bobbing around in a watery sea of ice cubes.
There was also one banana.
However, this was a library unlike any they had ever seen before. It was nothing like his school library, Jonny though, which – on a good day – may contain a couple of books about the agricultural revolution and an encyclopaedia about growing up (with suitably patronizing ‘anatomical’ illustrations, including several pop-up bits).
No, this library was absolutely crammed with magic books. Tall books, zigzag-shaped books, books as small as playing cards; illustrated books, theoretical books; books about billiard balls, books about balloon animals, books about illusions, books about other books, books on books on books about other books; books stacked upright, books stacked sideways, upside-down books, books with fancy tassels – a proper hodgepodge of conjuring books; a dry-stone wall of books, all interlocking perfectly, filling every possible space.
I used random.org, and (after a few bad tries that landed on a page with illustrations) it picked page 143!
I was eating cereal, enjoying the quiet, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I switched into Mac Attack mode, jumping, then spinning around to take down my intruder with a well-placed roundhouse kick. I quickly realized I was about to pummel Kyle.