Book Sale at My Library Today and Tomorrow

We are 17 minutes into a two day book sale at our library today and the place is mobbed.  Books, LPs, scores and ephemera are all up for grabs.  I have worked in libraries for many years now, and in an independent bookstore (Bank Square Books), years ago, and I still love the excitement that accompanies such events.  There are students, staff and faculty all over the place.  It is really crowded.  Everyone is pouring over the pickings, piles are accumulating at the edges, friends are declaring jealousy over coveted finds.  It is invigorating to see the hunger and excitement on everyone’s face, the longing in the eyes of those who have to run off to class, the delight in those who ‘stumble’ upon the sale, the gratitude of the buyers being able to acquire their finds so cheaply, the anxious inquires over the location of the nearest ATM, the tense moments when another shopper mistakenly starts browsing someone else’s pile.  Book sales are great!

And yet . . . I sit here at the Reference Desk, as the book sale plays out in front of me, literally about three feet (the depth of the desk) away from me (because it is raining outside).  I’m in the middle of it and yet strangely removed from it.  I’m just doing my regular Reference Desk shift.  As a result, I can’t browse the sale myself.  So, while I love all the excitement over the book sale, I am intensely jealous.  I cheer for everyone finding such great things and secretly my heart is saying, like an immature toddler: ‘But I want those!’  So here I sit, loving the excitement and suffering from a serious case of the book sale blues.  Anyone have a reference question?

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