Donate Books Denver Novels & Stories

“It’s always an honor to stand here among friends, partners, and patrons who’ve made the Wren Foundation what it is today. Amara believed deeply in the power of literacy.In the idea that one book could change a life. And tonight, for the seventh year,we celebrate that legacy.” He paused, letting the applause rise and settle. “In a world full of distractions, giving a child the gift of story is revolutionary. And for those who’ve supported us throughout the years, you know how close this mission is to our hearts. So—thank you.” Lena found herself watching him instead of the crowd. He was compelling in ways she couldn’t define. His words perfectly measured, and his expression soft enough to ap

She’d dreamed of this for so long—and now, it was real. The shelves were filled with donated books, zines, memoirs, and poetry collections by survivors. A group of teens huddled in a circle at the back, speaking in low voices as they passed a shared notebook between them. One of the girls had blue streaks in her braids and wore a pin that read Your story matters. Skye caught her eye, and the girl smiled. River came up behind her, his hand sliding to the small of her back. “Full house today,” he murmured.

People could buy books, or trade old ones for new ones. 'Between The Pages' is just one other community hotspot. Especially for the weekends where the community often gathers here to trade books before the big feast. By this point, the morning has warmed up and Arianna takes a seat beside me as I boot up the computer. It whirs and groans into life. Arianna hands me a huge pre-peeled orange and puts the punnet of blueberries on the table. The orange, as usual, is the sweetest thing I had ever tasted and goes down a treat. I sign into the big, clunky computer and open my most visited website. 'Lucky You' is a free dating website, and I spend far too much time on it. My sister simply gazes up,

“The library just got a delivery notice. Apparently, they’re getting two 3D printers and a bunch of state of the art virtual reality learning gear. The nurse had to come in because all the librarians were hyperventilating they were so excited.” Holly’s mouth dropped open. “What?” “It’s a donation from Paradigm Technologies. But, given the size of those flowers, I’m guessing that’s where ‘N’ works,” Chellie said with a knowing smile. Holly didn’t know what to say to that. “You must have made an impression. I hope you got his number. He sounds like a keeper.” Chellie gave Holly a friendly pat on the back before returning to the front office. Students would be arriving soon. Holly stood staring

There was a computer set up on the desk and several books on the shelves. “My siblings thought an empty shelf wasn’t very welcoming,” Ethan said, motioning to the books. “So they donated some of theirr collection. We have a library, of course, and you’re welcome to any books there. Oh, and we have the cutest little used book store in town. I’ll take you. I just know you’ll love it.” I smiled at that. I realized, thanks to Ethan’s generosity, that I’d actually be able to buy myself something at that bookstore. I couldn’t wait, and told Ethan so.

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

“So where’d this last batch of donations come from?” “Let’s see. Bassler Memorial Library sent over a box of discards,” she says, quickly becoming all-business, “mostly teen paperback novels from the eighties. All in good shape, but stamped BASSLER LIBRARY on the leafs, with the sign-out-cards still pasted in the back. I put those in the twenty-five cent bin like you said.” “Cool. What was in those UPS boxes dropped off this morning?” “A donation from the used bookstore in Binghamton that closed. Paperbacks Plus? A whole collection of Leisure Horror paperbacks. Keene, Kenyon, Braunbeck, Ketchum, Sangiovanni . . . big catch, all brand new copies. How’d you work that?”

I turned back to Bernard. “I want to organize a book drive.” That got his full attention. I kept going before embarrassment could stop me. “Not just random donations. A proper event. Something targeted. Students. High schools. Underserved communities. We can get sponsors involved, maybe corporate partnerships, maybe even direct pledges. If it’s done right, it can fund actual books, not just leftovers people want to get rid of.” Bernard was listening closely now. Not politely. Actually listening. And somehow, that made me speak more confidently.

Anthony courteously replied, “I’ve heard a lot about you and Nolan. You really are a match made in heaven.” Maisie smiled. “You’re too kind.” The host did an opening introduction and invited someone from the organizing team to give a speech. The LED screen on stage showed the area's situation, where the donations went, and the organizers invited the children from the villages to give their appreciation. When the donation ceremony started, all the companies donated cash, paintings, and more, all costing hundreds of thousands. Anthony donated 100,000 textbooks and $150,000 in cash, welcoming a round of applause from the attendees.

Shit, my wolf would have been banging on his chest if he could. “OK, so, I placed post-it’s on most of the shelves of books that need to stay. The dumpster should arrive by ten. I placed boxes on the side that can be filled up with the books that need to stay and then be stored in the school’s basement.” Jenna spoke as she turned herself back around, walking to a table where she put her coffee down. It gave me the right opportunity to look at her while she couldn’t catch me staring at her very fine backside.