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I get most of my books from the "new and popular" shelves. About half are fiction and half are not.
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When I was in college I worked at the university library's circulation desk. This meant that I got to see a huge variety of books as they were checked in and I read widely from among them.
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What, from the spine, is it that intrigues me about a particular book, enough to make me take it out and look further? Is it the title? Jacket design? I'm not sure, but I do know that I frequently pull out a book with great interest, only to realize that I've already read it, and usually pretty recently.
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(I read a lot, and very fast, so the above is quite likely.)
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All the books on the LARGE PRINT shelves look fascinating, but it drives me batty to read LARGE PRINT books. It makes my eyes feel like they are being SCREAMED AT.
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I have a visceral dislike of almost all "Christian fiction." It's not that I'm such a sophisticated reader...but I just can't stand how sappy those books always turn out to be, and how poorly written. If I see that the publisher is Zondervan or Revell or like that, back it goes. Prove me wrong, I'd love it!
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I love to read long series of books about the same people. I don't care for short stories.
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Why do children not have to be quiet in the library anymore? Or anyone else, for that matter?
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I wonder if any of these kids feel the same way about this library as I do, or as I did about my childhood library? Probably not.
I am going to Houston this weekend for Holley's graduation and while there I will visit the Kendall Branch library, my childhood library from ages 2-18. My sister tells me this is a good time for a pilgrimage as it will be replaced by a bigger and better one soon. Very sad.
I remember when I was allowed to get my first library card because I had learned how to write my name!!! The librarian gave me the card and I wrote:
MARY B...
My mother stopped me quickly, and said we would go home and practice writing my name smaller. I was deeply offended! The next day we went back, and I wrote my name like this:
Mary Beth Butler
HAHAAHAHA! I had my library card! The world was mine!
I also remember that the shot-mobile came to the library, and we got on the little van thing to eat a funny-looking sugar cube and get a MEAN BAD SHOT that hurt. That was the smallpox one. It apparently didn't take, because I don't have a scar. So if I ever go to the past like in Outlander, my secret will be safe.
Okay, now I'm just thinking about libraries. Time to stop and think about dinner.
