The entirety of this book is a winding soliloquy of a librarians love/hate relationship with books, the Dewy decimal system, library goers and her quiet obsession with a young man named Martin. The person receiving this barage of rambling monologue is some hapless reader who had been locked in the library over night.
Even though it was two weeks and for work experience I have the same feels as this librarian character. Working in a library is so boring and repetative and draining, with barely a thank you from anyone (actually, many just expect you to drop everything and cater to their snappy demands ASAP). But, being surrounded by books all day is nice. Just perfect, in fact.
"That's when it starts. Before that, frankly, the reader is a virgin. Yes, a virgin. And I like to see people losing their library virginity." The Library of Unrequited Love, Sophie Divry.
Every library user and especially those who seek the calm sancturary of books over society will appreciate this whole heartedly. Read this ode from a librarian.
"No, in order to write... you have to have a sexual problem. It's obvious. Either too much libido or too little. Whichever. But writing is a sexual activity." The Library of Unrequited Love, Sophie Divry.