The Bookstore
by Freddie Longfellow

Books, books, and more books; that is what I thought my daily life seemed to be about—which was really not my thing—until a week ago. It's not that I mind reading, because I actually enjoy devouring a good book; but starting last Monday, books also began occupying another aspect of my life that changed my thinking forever.
You see, my parents own the Shady Tree Bookstore in the center of our town, and every afternoon after a long day of academics, I leave school and help them stack the shelves in the store. I usually work two hours each day, loading the shelves of the children's and young adult section with all the latest fiction and nonfiction titles. There is a wondrous assortment of books, and I often sneak a peek into a couple and sometimes find a true gem to read, but I can only take books for so long.
However, last week, something drastic happened. The books began controlling my sleep as well.
I know you must be wondering, How in the world could books take control of her sleep? Here's just how it happened.
It was a Monday night, right before bed, when my father walked into my room to say goodnight and noticed a book on my nightstand.
"Uma, what are you reading?" my father asked, taking a glimpse of the book.
"A book I saw in the children's section at the store," I replied, showing him the cover of the book. It was Fiona Forever, a story about a girl who finds a mysterious pear tree in the woods that seems to have the power to make people immortal.
A few minutes after I fell asleep, the story took over my dreams. I was the main character of the story, wandering through a strange wood and having an incredible desire to eat a pear. Soon, I encountered Fiona near a pear tree. I reached up to grab a pear.
"Beware the power of the pear that keeps you young forever," Fiona warned, shooing me off.
I woke up restless, thinking how weird it was to be dreaming about a book I had just read. Well, the next night, the same thing happened, as characters and plots from some other books that I stocked became the subjects of my dream. I was a blue rhino engaged in a bitter battle against a red rhino when a strange talking ostrich stopped the battle and asked me to eat some purple string cheese. And I thought the Fiona Forever dream was weird! Wow.
Before I knew it, I realized something wondrous—dreaming about the books I had been reading and stacking wasn't half bad. In fact, there is something interesting about being a character in one of the stories I read. It has changed my whole way of thinking about books and reading. Sure, my life is totally dedicated to stories; however, now the stories have become a part of me. I can only imagine what journey I might go on next.

9
Read the sentence from the passage.

"The books began controlling my sleep as well."

What does the personification "books began controlling my sleep" suggest?

A.
Uma felt reading books kept her mind focused.
B.
Uma's dreams were strongly focused on the books she ordered.
C.
Uma's dreams