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Stacked: A Single Libarian’s Search For Love (And Cookies)

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If only I had a dime for every time (Hey! That rhymed!) someone made a sexy-librarian reference or joke towards me, I’d, well, I’d have enough money to eat my Frosted Flakes for dinner every night with the fancy silverware. When I accepted a life-long dream job with the library almost a year ago, my besties reminded me, half teasingly, half with encouragement, that it’s a position that still fulfills a certain classical fantasy.

My black cat-eye glasses and extensive cardigan literary tattoo collection probably doesn’t do the best job of dispelling the notion that I’m one Def Leppard guitar rift away from a tryst in the stacks, and damned if I can’t toss my hair and shush patrons with the best of them. *Correction: I don’t so much hair toss but rather blow my silly bangs out of my face and I am the farthest from a shusher. But don’t tell anyone! I have street cred to uphold. In my dream sequences most likely propelled by eating ice cream right before bed, a cutie walks up to the desk, my eyes meeting his over the spine of a novel. I’d be so taken aback by his ridiculously hot knowledge of all things Harry Potter that I would climb onto a Beauty and the Beast-esque ladder and sail towards destiny. Pour some sugar on me. But not really because holy stickiness, Batman.

Realistically though, the job is a little less romantic than that. I spend more time wiping down inexplicably sticky copies of text books that I do finding kindred spirits among the stacks, and I’m unlikely to go ga-ga over over patrons who need help Googling the answer to the question “Why is a hamburger called a hamburger? It’s, like, sooooo not ham.” Actual thing I had to do the other day. I soooo wish I was joking.

But in the down-time, when you’re resting on your elbows over the counter waiting for the next patron to approach, you do entertain those silly yet glossy possibilities. Just a little, teeny weeny, ittie, bittie bit. I mean, Chris Evans hasn’t walked into my library loaded down with books and angst…yet…but it could happen, right?

Potential gentleman callers should know, though, that we badass single librarians have our own set of great expectations (see what I did, there?) For instance: size absolutely matters. If I’m looking, I’m looking for a man’s man with an enormous…lexicon. My ideal guy boasts a giant library (or at the very least entertains the idea of reading to humor a girl) and he’s got enough literary experience that he doesn’t need directions once he gets in my stacks.

Library stacks, people. Get your dirty minds out of the gutter (but game respect game.)

Potential gentleman called needs to understand that yes, when I walk into a bookstore, I will most likely not be walking out without at least 4 5 10 books in tow. And that yes, I will point out all the differences in the film version of the book that we go see on date night, stewing over the parts they left out and changed. And that yes, when I’m in the throws of a great page-turner, that text/snap chat/Facebook message will go left unanswered until said great page-turner is done.

That’s just the way I jelly roll, ya dig?

“Single librarian” may be the thing to be. But pruient (thank you, word of the day calendar for that one) patrons, know this: if you don’t come to our desks with the readerly goods (and possibly cookies because YUM!) to back up those winks, your card probably isn’t getting stamped.

Your library cards, people. Gutter!

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Life’s Little Awesomes: The Smell of a Library

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Come on in.

Pull open the wooden door with those giant oversized handles that are smooth and worn down to a light brown finish. Drag your boots over the dirty green carpeted floor that bubbles up in the corners and splashes tiny dust clouds into shimmery orange sunbeams with every step. Feel the calm and comforting library quiet settle like a blanket over your body and your brain as you shuffle past the counters and make your way inside…

Massive atlases, worn-out hardcovers, and crinkly plastiwrapped kids’ books fill rusty metal bookshelves and cover that overly-lacquered table at the front–dented from that time someone smacked it with their motorized scooter in 1990. Yellowed pages with pencil lines, cracked bindings and broken spines cover every corner of the glorious place.

Feel our shared histories softly swirl together through old books and stamped checkout cards as you smile and soak up all of the little library smells of shear….

AWESOME!

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Fangirl Moment, Canoes and Nervous Nelly

Hey guys!

I hope you all had a splendiferous holiday weekend!

Mine began bright and early Saturday morning when I flew my way down and over to Georgia. Technically, I rode while the pilot flew, but you get the idea. My mom came and picked me up from the airport and we booked ourselves (pun intended) to the Decatur Book Festival.

And then this happened.

Oh my goodness gracious, this happened.

I attended the book talk/signing of Emily Giffin’s newest book, The One and Only and it was all of the awesome. Not only did she talk about her book and those previous, but she talked about what it really is like to be a writer, to become a writer. At moments, it felt like she was speaking directly to me, offering sage advice on how to not give up, to keep trying, writing and creating. One of the biggest reasons why I love Emily Giffin so much, besides her writing prowess, is because she is so honest, so humble, and so funny!

And then this happened.

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I. Die.

I had a total fangirl moment (I seriously thought I was going to start hyperventilating right then and there) when I got to meet her!!!! We got to chat a bit (we’re, like, total BFF’s now); I told her that I recently published my first book and how much of an inspiration she was for me before, during and after that long and sometimes frustrating (but very rewarding and amazing) process. She even plugged my book to the audience and told me how much I should be proud of myself. And then we hugged.

I hugged Emily Giffin!

And she smelled like daisies and freshly-baked chocolate-chip cookies and a Hawaiian sunrise.

I’m telling you.

Total fangirled out.

If that wasn’t enough to brag about this weekend, the next day the fam and I took a three-hour tour canoe trip on Lake Alatoona. I can’t remember the last time I was in a canoe (I’m more of a kayak fan (atic)) so I was bit rusty to say the least, especially when it came to steering the darn thing. But after a while, I got into a kind of groove and by the end of the trip, I was the master of disaster.

Which, thankfully we didn’t have any of (except for the fact that we didn’t pack nearly enough potato chips for the ride).

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My sister Lindsay and I post-canoeing doing our best Miley Cyrus impressions.

Monday I drove up to Layfeyette, GA to meet up with one of my best friends from college to do some epic rock climbing and adventuring. My friend Alex is part monkey so he naturally took to the rocks like stink on poo, but I surprised myself with how much monkeydom I had in me as well. It was an absolute blast and even though my arms are still feeling the effects of the past couple of days, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Great friends, great conversation, and great laughs. It really doesn’t get any better than that.

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Tornadoes? HA! We laugh in the face of tornadoes! Actually, we climb them.

So I’ve got some potentially big news.

Or at least I am hoping it will be potentially big news.

Yesterday I had a second interview for a library position at a private school here in the Denver area and it went really, really well. So well in fact, that they called me not an hour after I was done to invite me in for a final, four-hour in-person interview on the campus.

Tomorrow morning.

I KNOW!!!!

I get to tour the campus, meet with the rest of the library staff, speak with the school principal and they are even treating me to lunch.

I KNOW!!!!

I’m super nervous but super excited at the same time.

It sounds like such an incredible opportunity, something I have been dreaming about since, well, since I can remember actually. To be able to work with kids, to inspire them to become readers and life-long learners, doers and thinkers? To be surrounded by books everday? To be a part of something bigger than myself, to make a difference and to positively impact the lives of these students?

Well that, my dear friends, is what I call a dream come true.

And I am hoping that that dream starts tomorrow.

Wish me luck!!

 

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