Sad sights in the local library:

           So, you are probably already aware that I judge a town by its library. Obviously the first thing I did in our new home was find my way to the closest library. I have to admit it was a rather erratic experience. First of all, I discovered quite unexpectedly that our new library is our old library. Allow me to explain – 
              My life history is rather complicated. The simple version is as follows: Born in southern california. This is where I learned to smile, walk, and talk. Thus the exorbitant number of “likes” and “dude’s” in my conversation. When I was four and a half my family took a trip across the country. It was meant to be a six week tourist trip – we never finished it. We stopped in beautiful North Carolina and stayed there. Crazy story – but true. Four or five years later we moved back to California. You can hardly call it moving back. This time we moved to northern california. If you are familiar with the state, you surely know that northern and southern california have about as many similarities as mars and jupiter. It was more of a business trip then a move. We stayed there for two short years, within that time my family grew tremendously. We were in an dusty, isolated town in the middle of cow country. When the wind blew the wrong direction, the whole place stunk strongly of manure. Nevertheless, our family was built up together; it was very special- but that is another story… After two years we moved back to North Carolina. We lived in Mint Hill. More properly pronounced Meent Hieel. One month ago we moved to the university area. This is called “town” – it is different. 
    So there is the story of my life, squeezed of all it’s juice and dulled down into a few sentences. Sorry- you probably weren’t interested.
   Now that we have established that unnecessary introduction: The first time we lived in North Carolina we went to a certain library; eight years later we move from Meent Hieel, and I find myself once again in the library of my childhood. The library where my love for reading began. Life is funny like that. 
  Aside from the nostalgia of the children’s section ( beckoning short shelves filled with beautifully painted stories, happy children filing away at JumpStart 2nd grade on the computer, and the librarians, just as quirky as ever) – the library was close to a disappointment. 
(Disclaimer:  none of these minor problems are actually the libraries fault. They are more the fault of the libraries audiences, us. Just wanted to make that clear, I still love my library. )

Number one: 

    Lack of Le Miserables. The classic literature section had more cliff notes then anything else. cliff notes for everything, but a lack of the real book. I understand the need for cliff notes in certain desperate college situations; still I cannot agree with this state of things. What are we coming to? I shall end this rant here, for fear of boring you or working myself in some sort of a frenzy. 

Number Two:

 I do not judge their advocates, but I have a personal problem with graphic novels. They can be fun, I admit. But the graphic novel section of our library is about twice the size of the (cliffnote laden) literature section – this I cannot approve of.

Number Three:

No comment necessary. 

Number Four:
What do you think of this? 

  Not so sad? A huge biography about “The Man who created Sherlock Holmes”. 
You know who Sherlock Holmes is, do you know who Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is? The author, a very ambitious man. A doctor, not unlike Holmes iconic sidekick Dr. Watson. A man interested in history, writing and mysticism. He preferred historical fiction to mystery, and tried multiple times to write historical fiction novels. His historical fictions were his true masterpieces, his pride and joy. But it was the mysteries that made the money. Near the end of his life he said:

“If in 100 years I am only known as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes then I will have considered my life a failure”

   So was the author of this book intending to be cruelly ironic? Perhaps, or perhaps not. If you look for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle quotes online they are almost always prefaced with “Author of Sherlock Holmes”.  Sad story.

    Enough with the depressing random nerd facts. Let us end with something far more enlivening. Quotes from this great writer. Quotes that ( admittedly ) were taken from his “underpar” mysteries. But in the defense of society vs Doyle: most men would be proud to be recognized for their literary achievements, no matter which genre. Most men would be satisfied by creating a character that can far outlive themselves. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, maybe not. But shan’t we try to show him that he can be proud of his achievements, even if they weren’t necessarily the ones he wished to be remembered for – they are still rather outstanding. 

Classic Quotes:

“There are always some lunatics about. It would be a dull world without them.” 

“The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.” 

“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.” 

“It’s quite exciting,” said Sherlock Holmes, with a yawn.” 

This man was a genius. Let us credit him with that much. 

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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