Passage 1 At ten years old，I borrowed a book from the library that had the word “mistress” in the title. Granted，the cover art featured a golden carriage resembling that of Cinderella’s. My mother did not notice this book amid my stack of 20 until I was at home reading it. The book was immediately taken away by my mother when she found it. Then she led me back to the library. I can still remember how embarrassed I was as my mother explained that I needed reading material that was different from that book. The librarian on duty was a middle-aged lady, tall and beautiful. Smiling kindly, she walked from behind the counter and signaled me to follow her. Her walk was so graceful that she could easily have qualified for a part in ballet. “Here you are，” she said. “It’s called I Capture the Castle，by Dodie Smith.” I looked at her and stood motionless for a few seconds. Obviously, it was not the kind of book I was looking for. “It’s very different,” she said, noticing my disappointment. I accepted her recommendation. I took the book home, curled up on our window seat, and started reading: “I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. I can’t say that I am really comfortable, but that is the only part of the kitchen where there is any daylight left. And I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring —I wrote my very best poem while sitting on the hen-house.” I was hooked. Absolutely hooked. I wanted to be a writer, too. I also loved to write in strange places. I never told the librarian how much that book meant to me. How it spurred my writing dreams to the point that I took journals when walking through the woods and paused to take notes. Two weeks ago, I drove to meet my mother for a Christmas lunch in my hometown. In an old-fashioned teashop, I caught sight of a familiar figure—it was the very librarian who had changed my life! Sixteen years had passed, but—for a moment— time stood still. There were a few more wrinkles (皱纹) around her eyes, and she seemed to be in a fragile condition while sitting quietly at a table. I rose to my feet and moved excitedly toward her，“You work at the library! You once showed me I Capture the Castle! I’m a writer now! That’s still my favorite book!” The woman paused and smiled kindly, with a blank expression on her face. But then she tipped her head. I at once realized that it was her age or mental condition that had kept her from understanding me. After a while, she rose slowly and a nurse accompanied her towards the door. As I watched her go, I wondered how many lives we change without realizing what we do is significant. For all that woman had really done was lend me a book. But it had captured my world.
1. The mother immediately took away the book the author first borrowed because she considered it _____ .
A.imperfect B.impractical C.inappropriate D.intriguing正确答案C
