the curmudgeonly librarian of Pollyanna Ave.

Miss Fingletoste does not like children being loud near her books.

 'Dewey Decimal I'm Yours' is tattooed on her inner thigh.

She was married once, at a young age to a travelling circus manager.
He refused to poach her eggs so she left him.
She took solace in reading for many years, until one day she fell 

down a fire escape and cracked her skull open. 

A weevil crawled into the opening.

Now, she only reads part of the time.

Also, she collects old milk bottles.