The art of whiling away time when surrounded by a foreign language. What we read when free to choose and think no-one will see. With an account of one of the places where we do it.
I am the Trash Librarian, once dilatory but always aware of my duties to preserve and acquire. Scavengers have taken and destroyed in the past but what I found here is still here. And since I came everyone who arrives with books must leave them on departure.
Over the years there has been good nature and at times great generosity in the leaving of the books. There has been wit, illumination, excitement and surprise in both the books and their leavers (as well as occasional shame-facedness).
No book is turned away, or locked away, though some are shelved separately as representations too scary or too violent for the unwary, reading perhaps alone, or in a lonely room of the house.
Diligent now in my Librarianship, as blogging permits, indeed invites, contributions from virtual visitors, I thought there might be interest in the Library, and in the world in which it is set.
as in cross-posting. The maps post has also been published on the other blog, but Library users may prefer to comment here. The Librarian regrets neglecting her undertakings and will now resume service.
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Librarian, I have an addition to the library, the making of a Marchioness by F H Burnett, we probaby already have it, but I did enjoy it. It's currently in the Florentine wing of the library but I hope to bring it at the weekend
3 comments:
Librarian, I have an addition to the library, the making of a Marchioness by F H Burnett, we probaby already have it, but I did enjoy it. It's currently in the Florentine wing of the library but I hope to bring it at the weekend
Thank you; we do not have it here.
oh good, i'm glad it was nice. we'll have to go back to persephone books when you're here to find another.
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