The library had been built in 1909 in the town of Northwood's Maine. The town had been nothing then and the library had gone under. The townsfolk had considered burning the building but the day the fires were to consume the Wooden Victorian, it rained. The matches refused to light and soon the building was simply left to rot. Years later, lodgers had come to the town, and the town began to prosper again. By this time, the vines had climbed thickly up the sides of the abandoned building. That's when a little boy and his father arrived, the year was 1920, and they were just in time to resurrect the dying building.

            After world war two had fallen by the wayside and the father who now owned the building was pushing 40 and his son 24, together they ran the library. In the 1950's when books like 'of mice and men' were declared immoral, the library stood it's ground and remained an underground reservation for the freedom of speech. In 1957, the son was now 36 and married, his son was born and his wife died within the hour. The grandson grew to love the library and it's books, dusting them daily, rearranging them and fixing their covers whenever his duty called. The boy's messy blond hair sunk into his pale complexion, as he never left the library unless forced. The grandfather, the original owner passed away in 1964 of heart problems, the son died 3 years later in an automobile accident. The boy's grandmother by his mother tended him until he was 20, then she also passed away. The boy we now know as Kloopman stayed inside the library and watched from the windows the town that was starting to sink back into the woods from which it came.

 Now in 2004, the town gets a breath of fresh air as new families moving in, starting a theatre, a chocolate shop, and a pottery shop. One of the children of the family that owns the chocolate shop was 10-year-old Danielle McCullah. Danielle first poked her head into the library on a particular cold day in November, looking to escape the winter chill. The 50-year-old man watched her with interest as she wandered lazily through the musty isles, her eyes that were too big for her head sliding up and down. Daintily she leaned down, plucking one book from the shelf. Embarrassedly she shuffled toward the counter, slipping it onto the glassy smooth surface. He nodded, and checked out the book for her, asking her her name she mumbled "Dani McCullah."

"Danny? Who would name their daughter Danny?" Blood flushed to her pale cheeks.

"It's short for Danielle."

"Oh, of course." He slid the book off of the counter, tucked inside was her library card. She nodded and mumbled a 'thank you' and took off again into the winter, snow catching in her hair as she went. Instinctively he knew that he'd be seeing much more of the shy girl with eyes too big for her face, he pulled out a list with a gold star on top and scribbled

            Dani McCullah, short for Danielle.