Page 129 - The Midnight Library

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TAKE ME BACK! I DON’ T WANT ADVENTURE! WHERE’S THE

LIBRARY?! I WANT THE LIBRARY!’
ere was no hatred in the polar bear’s stare. Nora was just food. Meat.
And that was a humbling kind of terror. Her heart pounded like a drummer
reaching the crescendo. e end of the song. And it became astoundingly

clear to her, finally, in that moment:
She didn’t want to die.
And that was the problem. In the face of death, life seemed more
attractive, and as life seemed more attractive, how could she get back to the

Midnight Librar y? She had to be disappointed in a life, not just scared of it,
in order to tr y again with another book.
ere was death. Violent, oblivious death, in bear form, staring at her
with its black eyes. And she knew then, more than she’d known anything,

that she wasn’t ready to die. is knowledge grew bigger than fear itself as
she stood there, face to face with a polar bear, itself hungr y and desperate to
exist, and banged the ladle against the saucep an. Harder. A fast, staccato
bang bang bang.

I’m. Not. Scared.
I’m. Not. Scared.
I’m. Not. Scared.
I’m. Not. Scared.

I’m. Not. Scared.
I’m. Not. Scared.
e bear stood and stared, the way the walrus had. She glanced at the
rifle. Yes. It was too far away. By the time she could grab it and work out how

to fire it, it would already be too late. She doubted she’d be able to kill a polar
bear anyway. So she banged the ladle.
Nora closed her eyes, wishing for the librar y as she carried on making
noise. When she opened them, the bear was slipping headfirst into the water.

She kept banging the saucepan even aer the creature had disappeared.
About a minute later, she heard the humans calling her name through the
fog.