In which I wax lustfully about wanting a new car. I want a new car. I don’t need one and golly knows my bank account and other life events dictate otherwise but as a child of the instant gratification era I want a new car and want it now. This is not an arbitrary decision made because it’s oh, say a sunny day. However,…
…but kinda sucky reviews. So many books, so little time! I had a staycation (that word does indeed suck but is oh so fitting) and in between packing, unpacking, helping Leaky move and eating ice cream I found some time to read a few books. I finally dug into the box of ARCs that the wonderful folks at Little Brown…
Confession: This library chick does not get, nor does she like, Austen or the Bronte sisters and Emily Dickinson for good measure. I don’t really give a flying flip about Mr. Darcy, Emma or Heathcliff (although I do like Odie-hiyo!). I read Cliff Notes shamelessly in high school, Spark Notes throughout my et cetera college career and fell asleep during Gwyneth…
In which I sound like an ignorant Black Woman. As a woman of color from an early age my interaction with any and all things police have been mostly negative. From the time a cop yelled at me as I tried to play in the water plug (aka fire hydrants) when I was five*, to the officer who stopped my…
Two weeks ago I was forwarded an e-mail from a patron who complained about ‘changes in the children’s section that needed to be addressed.’ Staff have also mentioned that patrons have complained about the changes they have noticed in the library. Because I am me (and insane and it’s all always all about me) I initially took offense. My life as…