Maria sighed as she stacked the heavy books on the old wood bookshelves that lined the walls of the library. She loved her job, but sometimes, doing menial chores like stacking the books and tidying up around the place seemed a little below her. Suddenly, Maria shook off the thought. Sure she was educated; sure she was the mayor's daughter, but that in no way reflected onto her heart. Maria, in many ways, was a book. The cover beautifully designed in old script and fine leather, the binding maybe a little too tight, and words, so many words, waiting inside.