In a library, that's where you'll find me.
Surrounded by Midnight, Scarlett and many others.
A girl, maybe ten or eleven, walks down the aisle looking boredly at the shelves, clearly wishing she was somewhere else. She looks at those next to me, and then at me.
Her eyes light up as she pulls me down to her level and read the writing on my front. Then her face falls and becomes bored again.
"Hairy Maclairy? That's for babies!"
I wish I was a more interesting book, or at least in the right library section.