Have you ever wished to be locked in the library overnight? Madeline did more than dream about it. All she wanted was a night of reading, unhampered by the library's stingy two-books-per-child limit.
But she's caught by the horrid Night Librarian, and she's doomed. Nothing could have prepared Madeline for the horrors of the Book Mines, the dismal place where children go who shout and run in the library, who color inside the books and tear out pages, or who are caught after hours. From the moment she is put in chains, Madeline plots to escape, and to take the
other children with her, some of whom have been digging for thousands of years.
But first she must outwit the Night Librarian, her Trolls, and the fearsome and mysterious Head Librarian, whose shelves are filled, not with books, but with human heads!
Well... "thousands of years" is a bit too much library paste sniffing because of course we all know when bound books were developed.
The problem here is that there's not enough humor. For something like this to NOT scare the pants off wayward young library users, it has to have an element of humor. Sardonic humor works fine (Lemony Snicket is the best example) but there has to be humor. You'll get closer to that if you put it all in Madelines' POV: Madeline dreamed of.