"And then there were the sacred pamphlets from Weeki Wachee Springs. Printed on thick glossy paper with colored pictures of the mermaids in various costumes, the pamphlets promised "crystal-clear blue waters," and "the most beautiful women on land or sea." The paper was limp now, and the creases were nearly slits from the many times she had bent the brochures this way and that to study the photographs. As she stared at them again, she noticed something she had never seen before. Down on the bottom, under the driving instructions, was a telephone number and address. Because Weeki Wachee occupied such a large part of Delores's imagination, it had never dawned on her that it would actually have an address and a phone number. It would be as if, by calling information, you could actually dial up Oz." --excerpted from the book