It's winter. It's ridiculously cold, we're all stuck in the house, and I've been thinking I need to get out more, since I currently get out pretty much not at all ever, unless I'm taking the kids somewhere. A quick glance at my library's website informed me that next week's book discussion group would be covering Dear Fahrenheit 451: Love and Heartbreak in the Stacks by Annie Spence. All their copies were checked out (not surprising), but a neighboring library had one, so I picked it up the next morning. 'I hope I can finish it before next Wednesday,' I thought, as I settled down to read.
I finished it that night.
Annie Spence isn't your stereotypical librarian. For one, she's got a swear-word vocabulary that rivals even the bawdiest drunken pirate crew (or my seventh-grade classmates at Catholic school, or the online moms group I've belonged to since 2002; take your pick). And she writes letters in her head to the books she encounters at work. Books she loves, books she's hated, books she's never read, and books she's weeding. With a wicked sense of humor and a deep love for literature, Ms. Spence shines a spotlight on each book's features and flaws, praising when due, tearing to shreds when earned (and hoooo boy, are there some real winners in the 'weed' pile!).
Ms. Spence is Not Your Mother's Librarian, and what stood out to me the most, besides the ridiculous amount of times I burst out laughing while reading this, was how never-ending a job weeding the library collection is, much like the constant search for rotten fruit and vegetables in a produce department. Books that haven't been checked out in fifteen years, books that are woefully out of date or out of touch with the population they were written to reach, books that haven't aged well, they all have to go. If you're familiar with the site Awful Library Books, you'll have an idea of what gets weeded and why; if you're not familiar, check them out. They've long been a favorite of mine.
I did enjoy the letters more than the chapters with book recommendations, but that's solely because I hadn't picked up the book looking for that, so that's on me (I did write down one author to check out, and one title that intrigued me, which hilariously also came up later in the day on the episode of the All the Books podcast I've started listening to). This is a fun, fast read, and it may have you eyeing your local librarian a little closer (is she as funny as Annie Spence? Could we be friends? Wait, what's her favorite book?).
I have to say, this book did strike a pang of jealousy in my heart. In a perfect world, I'd love to go back to school to become a librarian, but alas, due to a multitude of circumstances (finances, the unpredictability of my back being good enough for me to be able to work and pay off loans, children who need pesky things like to be taken and picked up from school, etc), it's not possible. Instead, I'll forge ahead with my goal of reading everything the library has to offer, and next week, attending their book discussion.
Do you enjoy books about books? I'm plowing through another one right now; unsurprisingly, it's one of my favorite genres. Do you attend your library's book clubs or book discussion groups? This will be my first and I'm curious as to what I should be expecting.
And lastly, my favorite quote from the book:
Basically, if you've spoken to me in the presence of a bookshelf in the past decade, I wasn't paying attention.
Solidarity, sister.
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