![]() ![]() I wish I could work at a Circulating Material Repository. My own lips moved in the mirror and I heard a voice just like mine answering: “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” I said. ![]() To my relief, I saw it was just me-my reflection in a large mirror hanging on the picture rack. Something moving behind me caught the corner of my eye. ![]() “Anxious and bored, I distracted myself again by strolling around. When was the last time you lost your keys?” “Yes, dishes, glasses that sort of thing.” “And how many have you broken this year?” What kind of question was that? “Yes, most of the time.” “So this is really a formality, but just to be thorough, do you do the dishes at home? When the magical objects start to disappear, Elizabeth and her new friends embark on a dangerous quest to catch the thief before they’re accused to the crime themselves-or the thief captures them.” That’s where powerful items straight out of the Brothers Grimm fairy tales are locked away: seven-league boots, a table that produces a feast at the blink of an eye, Snow White’s stepmother’s sinister mirror that talks in riddles and has a will of its own. It’s also home to the Grimm Collection, a secret room in the basement. It lends out objects rather than books-everything from tea sets and hockey sticks to Marie Antoinette’s everyday wig. “Lonely at her new school, Elizabeth takes a job at the New-York Circulating Material Repository, hoping to make new friends as well as some cash. ![]()
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