As a kid, the librarian was a combo plate of a nice mommy, a mystical enchantress, and a safe space for a shy little girl. She knew books. All the books. She’d let you take them home. And check the same books out again. Imagine my delight when a real librarian not only read Sleep in Peace, but had nothing but sweet librarian words to say. So grateful. Erin’s blog link is below. Read the article, and sign up for more. She’s the real deal. The combo plate.
The Magic of a Librarian

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