Dear Dear Fahrenheit 451,
You showed up on my desk that extremely cold Saturday when almost no one came in. Did I read you then? No, I did not, because unlike the popular (and completely wrong) stereotype, library workers do not sit around reading at work. I may have spent quite a long time discussing kidlit and graphic novels with a coworker I rarely see that afternoon, but you rested quietly in the stack of books in my locker until I headed home.
When I opened you later from my warm nest on the couch, I laughed frequently enough that my husband and son wondered what was up. They were watching Game of Thrones (also in my stack) and things were particularly bloody and violent, so it probably seemed a little jarring. What can you do?
I especially appreciated your letter to Grey: Fifty Shades of Grey as told by Christian, because I have also been told, enthusiastically and repeatedly, that I would just LOVE that book or the previous books in the series by people who don’t know me at all. I’m not snippy about many books, but let me tell you, that’s one of them. (Sure, there’s a book for every reader, but that doesn’t mean I’m the reader.) I would be more likely to read Sexy Beast VIII or any of the other originally and uniquely titled Sexy Beast books. I try to keep an open mind, really I do, but I’m just not all that successful sometimes. But that’s a rant for another day, probably.
What amuses me most about you, however, is that three or four of my favorite patrons suggested you to me, although two were careful to note that some of your language is a little profane. One handed you to me to check in and commented that she just didn’t think it was appropriate for a librarian to swear that much, but that just makes me love you more, because honestly, there are days when it’s all I can do to wait for the door to close behind the late-in-the-day-angry-at-the-world-and-taking-it-out-on-everyone-jerk-of-the-month to mutter “@#$^%!!!” and head home.
Yours very truly…
Dear Fahrenheit 451 by Annie Spence