So, my childhood hero was a librarian at the library in our town.
The library was probably about a mile from our house, so I’d ride bike there in the summer and spend a few hours reading or looking for books (I was 13 ish for context.) I had pretty severe social anxiety.
So, I’m in the library by myself, and I just can’t find anything to read. I think to ask the librarian, but my brain is telling me “you’d be bothering them” and things like that. I debate this in by head for probably a good ten minutes before I decide to go through with it. It takes me a good ten minutes to walk twenty feet to the front desk.
She’s sitting there, writing on a paper. I stand and wait till she’s done, then say “excuse me” because my parents were very insistent on manners.
She says something along the lines of, “What can I help you with?”
I ask if they have a list of book suggestions or if she has any book suggestions for me.
I’m not exaggerating when I say her face lit up.
She hurries out of her chair and leads me all through the young adult section, giving me some awesome suggestions and asking me about what types of books I like, etc. We spend a good twenty minutes on this. She was really excited about giving me books to read, which made me a lot less self-conscious.
Eventually, she recruits her other librarian friends to also help me find books (there weren’t many people there, they were going to be closing soon) so I’m parading around the library with my librarian entourage, getting book suggestions and having the time of my life.
This librarian helped me more than she realized just by being genuinely excited to help me out. It made me more confident in social situations in the future, and today, I can truthfully say that I can manage socializing pretty well. Her book suggestions were spot on and excellent.
Also, she was talking about this book and described it “like a really well written fan fiction,” and that’s how I got introduced to fan fiction.
Thank you, librarian from the library. And people, never be afraid to ask your librarian for book suggestions.
words cannot describe how hyped I am for S&B season two, LIKE LOOK AT THE TWINS, THEYRE PERFECT
I WANT TO SEE HIM READ POETRY AND I NEED HER TO THROTTLE SOMEONE IN A HOMOEROTIC WAY
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
William Faulkner (b. 25 September 1897)
we often say or have heard people say "we met the right person but unfortunately at the wrong time". i think this applies to books as well. there are now countless number of books which came to my hands at the wrong time but were perfectly imperfect masterpieces of their own. and later, at some other point of time, when i pick them up again, the time becomes just right, the book feels worthy to be on my hands.