♥ Leaving Shangri-La: This blog hasn’t been updated since 2011, but I can’t stop reading anyway: “Books and Ephemera for the Francesca Lia Block fan.” I’m obsessed. I’m having major blog envy here, folks. Like, why can’t my blog be this good? And what happens when I’m done reading this blog? I fear the last page! Leaving Shangri-La is my new security blanket.
♥ New Case of Libranesia Confirmed in Miami: The libraries of Miami-Dade still need some saving. I do like this quote, “Sufferers of Libramnesia have been known to regain their memory and appreciation for the awesomeness that is our country’s public libraries by experiencing unemployment, homelessness, immigration and/or ghostly encounters with Andrew Carnegie.”
♥ Thanks to Catherine for pointing me towards this article entitled The Problem with Summer Reading. My two favorite books that I read in school were Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo by Ntozake Shange and The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux. Both of these were books that I was allowed to choose on my own and read independently.
I was having a great conversation about RuPaul’s Drag Race and Paris is Burning with one of the teens (seriously, this was maybe this best conversation ever), when an adult patron stopped in front of the reference desk. She pointed at me and started laughing. Unabashedly. She didn’t seem crazy, but I was totally taken aback. I just stared at her. She said, “Do people often laugh and smile when they look at you? Well?!?! You made me smile!” Then she trotted off. I think this was a compliment with a not-so-graceful delivery.
Anyway. No one likes being laughed at. Remember this special lesson for the future.
Mostly, I’m obsessed with the wonderful notes you all sent along with your donations. I love that they come from all over the U.S. I love that they come from people we’ve never met before. I adore that Americans are pulling together to help post-Sandy NY-ers.
Now, every book donation we get is special. You can tell that the books were chosen for a reason and we appreciate that. However, some donations are a little specialer than others. This book selection was such an epic win for NYC kids, I can’t even tell you. First of all, everything in it was brand new. Second, each and every book in the donation was collection development gold.
But brace yourself for what was hiding underneath these books:
As you may remember, some of these books will end up in libraries whose collections were destroyed by the hurricane. The rest will find a home in one of ULU’s mini libraries. If you want to help us out, that’s great, but ULU is no longer taking book donations (at least, not at this time). However, we always take money, ’cause we’re keeping it real. Storage for the books, gas to cart these suckers around? It costs a boatload. Another great (and free!) way to help Urban Librarians Unite is to email NYC Mayor Mike Bloomberg and let him know that cutting library funding is NOT an option. Most of the librarians who have been working on the Sandy Children’s Book Relief will be affected by these insanely huge budget cuts. ULU librarians have been working overtime on this book drive, volunteering on weekends and early mornings. Please take the time to tell Mayor Bloomberg that laying off library workers and closing libraries is not an option.
I’ve decided that I’m asking for the things I want in life, so this is what I want:
♥ I’d love to win this award. If you’ve ever enjoyed a post on this blog, I’d appreciate your nomination for Favorite Public Librarian. The vital information: My name is Ingrid Abrams, I work at the Brooklyn Central Branch, which is in Brooklyn, NY, and my email is firstname.lastname@example.org. Again, click here. It doesn’t take long and it could be your mitzvah for the day.
♥ If you’re an Astorian (of Queens), I beg you to visit to Leenie’s Vintage Emporium. Matilda, the owner, is a great woman. Sometimes I go over just to chat. She could use some good Yelp reviews. I’d love for her to stay in business. She’s a lovely person with some fascinating pieces. I could hang around that store forever:
I was stalking/browsing the stacks at my old branch and came upon, totally by chance, a non-fiction book called Alligators, Old Mink & New Money, all about a model turned vintage store owner. It turned out that the vintage store in question, called Hooti Couture, was right under my nose in Brooklyn (Flatbush and 7th Avenue to be precise). I love to visit. Alison is as pleasant as punch. She’s got great stories, a fabulous accent, and usually has Swedish fish out in little dishes in case your sugar drops while you’re shopping. She’s got clothes in accessible sizes (meaning you don’t have to be a size 2 to shop there) and her accessories are to die for. Hooti is never overpriced (or I wouldn’t be a regular) and she has tons of sales. Here are my recent finds: