Dear Reader,

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Once upon a time, not so long ago, I discovered a closet under my stairs. As it turns out, this closet was a magical bookstore that existed just for me.

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My imaginary bookstore could transport me to places I used to visit as a child — places filled with beauty and adventure. Places where I was brave and fearless. And places where long-lost friends were waiting patiently for my return.

 

For a long time, I didn’t believe its magic could work outside of the closet, so I kept my imaginary bookstore to myself.

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But as I slowly began introducing my dearest loved ones to this secret space, I discovered that instead of losing its power, the magic only grew. And as I began trusting the bookstore to spread love into even more people’s lives, I discovered how the exact right books always landed in just the right hands at just the right time. Just like they did for me. 

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So, one day, my imaginary bookstore crept out from under the stairs and transformed itself into The Imaginary Book Fair. And like any good portal, The Imaginary Book Fair has an uncanny way of popping up exactly where and when it’s needed. ​