the librarians kill me. one day this year, my DD5 noticed one of the Harry Potter book in the library, and gleefully clapped her hands and squealed. the librarian responded with, "oh, you're too little for that, dear." um, no.
of course, this WAS the same woman who, when it came to the (mandatory) Birthday Book donation, blithely ignored DD5's list of preferred topics (robotics/medical) and instead put her name inside the umpteenth copy of Angelina Ballerina, based solely on the fact that she's a 5 year old girl. so glad i got a tax receipt for that one. ugh.
when did this happen to librarians? the ones i remember from childhood were super awesome and essentially said, "have at it, you little weirdo!"
The middle school librarian had a fit when I asked for Lolita and told me it was pornographic. I never had any guidance, and could have used some from a great librarian because I ended up really reading a lot of trash.
