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Wednesday's Word: Libraries

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I love the library.

It sucks me in. (like Glee - every Wednesday night I say that to the television. "You suck me in, and I hate it!")

I worked at the public library during my last year of high school. I loved the work because I got so distracted. Books. All around me. Books, passing through my fingers on their way out the door, and then back to the shelves. Kids' books. Fiction. Teeny-bopper books. Non-fiction.

There are too many books out there. I can't read them all. But I did find that I could read a lot of kids' books while "shelving" them.

I have great memories of the library from when I was little, too. The Bookmobile came around to our neighbourhood on a regular basis (I'd like to say twice a week, but I am not sure if that's accurate). A little, mini-library on wheels right at the corner store. Can you get any better than this?

In an alternate life, I would work at the library again. I like being surrounded by books.

At the branch near my house, I have noticed a few things.

I have noticed that the employees wear little white gloves, which seems brilliant because a library is both dirty and dry. I have noticed there are no chairs for lounging. This is unfortunate.

I have noticed that the children's section has no toys. This is a good thing - the branch I once worked at had a basket of toys that were never washed and exceedingly filthy. I once heard a little boy cough up phlegm in the midst of the stuffed animals, but when I put them away that evening, I couldn't see it...

I will never let my children play with toys at the library. They will go to the library for the books and the books alone.

Well, perhaps also the CDs. I know I'm not the only person who loves getting good music free from the library. And the occasional movie. Although the same thing is true of both movies and books at the library - there are a lot more bad ones than there are good ones.

I need a personal librarian to help me sift through to the good ones. And then a job that pays me to read.


Laura J said…
um, I just found a grammatical error. I'm shocked...

where vs. wear
MLW said…
Laura, I suspect this was a late night blog and Beth's mind was a bit fuzzy, otherwise I am sure we would not have seen that slip up. Or maybe she was multi tasking as she blogged - watching Glee? We still love you Beth!
Beth said…
i blame the late night brain. i'm glad you still love me :)
Karen said…
Beth, I believe now is the right time to tell you about a funny, interesting blog written by a woman (about our age) in Edmonton. She is a librarian (though her blog isn't strictly library-centric). I hope you enjoy it as much as I do:
Andrea said…
I went to the bookmobile when I was a kid in Saskatoon. Such fond memories.

I worked at the TWU library in my 1st and 2nd year. Loved it.
nadine said…
Once again, we're the SAME person. I worked at my local public library for the last two years of high school, reading as I shelved.

Instead of getting sick of books, I wanted to read more and more....

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