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The Fun Things


One of my favorite things at work to do is create displays. It's so much fun creating a theme, researching books that fit it, and then going on a hunt for them. I've made some pretty cool displays that I'm proud of. 

When school was starting, I did a boarding school themed display. 
Then I made one completely of covers with pretty dresses. 
I did a serial killer display with this as the sign.
We did one with the most popular books the year you were born. 

I did one with books that had the word 'You' in title. 

And one with books that may be made into movies. 

I also had a moment where a kid came up to me and asked me if I knew about The Giver Quartet. I had literally just read the final book that weekend and was obsessed with it. I loved going with him and finding the next book in the series, and explaining what to expect because the second book can be very misleading. We discussed the books, then I found him a few other books to read, along with searching for the name of a book he'd started awhile ago but couldn't remember the name of.

I had a girl come in who wanted something sad with a happy ending, like the Fault in Our Stars. If that's what a happy ending is, then I need to reconfigure my life. I found some options for her though, and she seemed excited. 

I had a little boy who wanted some superhero books, and I went and helped him find some, then sat on the floor reading them with him. Those are the moments that make it worth it.

I'm also going to be doing book talks soon! Even though I'm just a library clerk, I'm the only one at work who reads YA. Which is really honestly depressing, because it's the best. But it's always been a dream of mine to talk to kids about good books and get them excited to read, and I'll get to try that soon! 

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  1. BaileyOctober 12, 2016 at 9:25 AM

    I always love browsing the book displays when I'm at the library!

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