I have a confession to make. But before that, let me give you a little context and useful information. The library. Full of books, magazines, audiobooks, VOX books, games, and much more.
Books are alphabetized by the last name of the authors, then by the title of the book. Then, children’s nonfiction books are numerically ordered with the spines so hard to read. Probably wondering why, I know this. That is because I am a shelving assistant. Meaning I shelve all of the materials in the library to their respective places. This means a lot of reading and taking double takes to make sure the material is in its proper place. This also means that individuals in the library (patrons) ask me questions. One day a patron asked me:
“Have you read any good books recently?”
I open my mouth with no words coming into my mind. I halt and pressure my mind into coming with at least one title of a book. At that moment, my mind was a trash can. Stuff goes in, but you can never really pick anything back out.
“Ma’am are you okay?” the patron asked with concern.
“Yes sir, I am. I can’t think of any books at the top of my head, but I will lead you to the front desk where they can recommend you good books to read” I calmly say as I lead him to the front desk. On the outside I was a calm employee, but on the inside, I was a complete mess.
So… yes. My confession is that although I work at a library, I have not read books for a while. Let’s not specify what a while means. That would be a completely different story to tell.
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