It was World Book Day, and Ms. Quinn’s class wanted to do something special to celebrate. Every year they visited the local library, but this time – thanks to a rare brainwave from Kevin Gallagher – they had decided on a trip to The Quaint Quill, a small bookshop at the end of Church Street.
What was strange was that, out of 32 children, only four had ever set foot inside the shop. Kevin wasn’t one of them – which, he admitted, was exactly why he suggested the trip in the first place.
At the door, Mr. Joyce, the bookshop owner, greeted them with a slightly shaken expression. ‘Come in, come in,’ he said, ushering them inside. ‘I had a special surprise for you, Ciara,’ he began to explain, ‘but…
