

I see Carol, whose grandson bought her a tablet and then apparently went into the witness protection program before he could help her figure out how to use it. Jones Kid to Conspiracy Theory Andy! If I hold up my magic mirror, Romper Room style, I can see each and every one of you reading this right now! I see Geoff, who always says he’s picking up his Regency romances for his sister (no judgment, Geoff!), and I see Donna, who reads philosophical horror novels as fast as I can supply them. I know all of you-because librarians love getting to know their communities: from Junie B. Remember when you said you paid my salary and mumbled “bitch” under your breath when I wouldn’t do your kid’s research paper for them? I’m that bitch! I helped you get the DVD about exploring New Zealand and you came back and told me about how wonderful your trip was and we both got tears in our eyes. Shall we beg-wait, I know you guys! Do you remember me? I’m your public librarian! I walked you over to the Murakami that time.
