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Eliza could here the books here them calling to her telling her what they were about. She could here them but she could only feel one. The one she had to read was pulling her towards it calling her name. It was louder than the rest of them practically yelling at her. She thought every one else could here it. But only she heard and felt the books. She searched through mountains of books trying to find the one yanking at her heart. As she looked up at the biggest bookshelf she had ever seen she saw the book on the top shelve. She grabbed the stool and told herself to be brave and not look down. Eliza had a fear of heights but she never let anyone else notice because to her it was a weakness that could not be shown. As soon as she touched the big book ,practically a thousand pages, the pull left her and she almost jumped with joy. She had found her book and that was all she could ask for.