This is Bellalucia. I think, perhaps, she is in charge of the faeries book club. I don't think it's because she has her own reading light. I mean, everyone knows that faeries can see pretty well in the dark.
I'm guessing she might be in charge because this is where I usually find most of my misplaced (maybe 'borrowed' might be a better word) books, placed just so across her lap. The faeries are careful with my books; they never leave them out in bad weather.
Last summer the book that was borrowed the most was 'The Wind in the Willows' by Kenneth Grahame. I think the faeries were reading it to the skunks and raccoons. Can't you just see it...Bellalucia, who quits pretending that she's a statue when no humans are about, surrounded by an attentive circle of raccoons and skunks sitting quietly on their haunches, paws folded properly in front of their tummies, little faces filled with wonder as they listened to tales of animals from a faraway land?