Anymore it seems like I always have a few books going, but I’m always looking for more. Anyways, when I went to the library a few days ago, I went up to one of the librarians and asked for book recommendations. Why spend my time browsing aimlessly when the local librarian can at least get me pointed in a certain direction??
We talked briefly about things that I’d read that I liked recently, and things that I didn’t like, etc, and I could see she was narrowing it down in her head. Finally she said, with some trepidation (younger librarian), “There are a few books I would recommend but…” here her voice lowered to a near whisper “they’re….in the teen section.”
I blinked. I stared at her in silence for a few heartbeats. Then, I responded. “Uhm, I don’t care what section they’re in? A good book is a good book.”
The relief that flashed across her face was almost palpable. I can’t help but wonder at this point how many patrons had gotten stupidly irritated with her when she’d made suggestions to them from this section in the past. How many would it have taken to have her whispering the words “Teen section” like she was saying a dirty word? And. how. bloody. ridiculous. is. that??
Some people seriously need to take the cob out of their rears if they get offended at being recommended a book from a section meant, in general, for younger readers. A good book is a good book is a good book. Untwist thy skivvies if the idea of getting a book from a certain section of the library offends thee, ye pompous turd.
After it was clear that I wasn’t a sectionist, her eyes lit up, and she practically dragged me over to the teen section, and started running her fingers over the books like she was greeting old friends. “Oh, this is a good one. And this one…and this one… and this one’s not so much, but I think you might like…” She moved to the other side. “Do you like? Oh yes, yes, you’d like this one!!” She picked up The Knife of Never Letting Go and handed it to me with a shy smile. I read the blurb on the back, snickered, and opened to the first sentence. I snickered again. She watched me carefully.
“I’ll take it!” I told her. She smiled ear to ear and told me that it was her favorite book. Then she recommended 2 others (seen in the picture above), and I gathered them up, thanked her, and we went our separate ways.
When I was talking to a friend later, she described the librarian’s joy of showing me her books as “A bookworm’s gleeful cries of getting to share her favorite genre” and it fit so well.
I can’t believe I found discrimination over book sections in the bloody library!
…by the way, I’m six chapters into The Knife of Never Letting Go and it is AWESOME!