I spent a lot of time in the library as a kid. My mom would drop me and my brother off for an hour on a Saturday morning while she did the grocery shopping and I'd poke around happily, amassing a stack of reading.
She left a job teaching ninth grade English to get a Library Science degree, so then I was able to hang out in libraries as she worked a series of temporary jobs. Eventually she landed at a middle school library in Flint, where I learned to shelve books, file cabinet cards, and sample life behind the librarian's desk.
I have the utmost respect for librarians. In fact, it borders on awe. When I discovered that San Francisco has a "Little MagaZine Collection" -- a zine library -- I was obsessed by the prospect that my little labor of love could be part of a library's permanent collection.
I had to give up one of my copies of Morbid Curiosity #2 so they could have a complete collection, but it's worth it. I'm excited to have my babies treated so seriously.
While I was finding the zine listing, I came across the SFPL's listing for Morbid Curiosity Cures the Blues. Oh, man, they have ordered so many copies of the book! I can't express how happy that makes me feel.
In the past, I measured success by seeing my magazines on the stands of bookstores. Now, my new measurement is to find it in a library collection.
I think it would make my mom proud.
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