All my public book-worshiping has got me worried you’ll start to think I can’t have any fun.
For those of us who grew up in libraries, raised primarily by books and librarians (in a matter of speaking), there was nothing more laughing-fit-inducing than a weird, outdated book.
As a child, however, I revered the library. It was hallowed ground. Finding this book, for example, would have confused me to no end. One part of me would have wanted to laugh. The other part would have refused to believe that anything laughable would be kept in a li-bra-ry…
But now my little 12-year old self can relax. And have a laugh.
The Other Day at Portrait... 