When I stop being a front line sort of librarian, I will miss the serendipity of the returns and donations. Today I was handed Rapt by Winifred Gallagher. I haven’t gotten any farther than the epigraph, title above from William James. (Summer reading has begun here, the time when I visit every elementary school in town with my dog and pony show.) I’m so happy it landed on my desk. I choose my life, no matter how much bad news arrives in the form of closing libraries and oil spills and a million other very serious mistakes.
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