Not seuss!

You’d think I would’ve known from an early age that I wanted to be a librarian. I was obsessed with the Book-It program and Scholastic Book Fairs. I organized my home library into fiction vs. nonfiction. And when I visited my dad in another state, I signed up for a library card, even though I’d only be there for a few weeks at a time. There were plenty other signs and hints. And somehow, it wasn’t until the summer before my senior year of college that I noticed one. Another story for another day...

And now it’s taken me way too long to do this - to make a place where I could save and share my thoughts on books, libraries, and more. I’ve made excuses galore and been way too scared to hit “publish.” But that all ends today! Finally! 

I can’t end this first post without talking about a book, so in the spirit of firsts, I’ll talk about the first book I remember reading, Are You My Mother? by P.D. Eastman (not Dr. Seuss). The pops of red and yellow, the Snort, and most of all, the little bird and his expressions. What a great first book! I still get a little teary-eyed at the end, especially with: “You are a bird, and you are my mother.” 

Cheers to great books!