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A visit to the Awful Library

When my kids were little, we went to the library every week.  Not only was it is chance for me to get out of the house, there was always the chance it *might* be an educational experience.  Thankfully, all my kids loved books, loved the library, and loved to read.   As a bonus, they actually behaved at the library, which was an unusual experience for us as a clan.

Now, there was the stint where Youngest Son would ONLY read what we referred to as "digger truck" books.  These were the 8 or so books in the children's section that featured front-loaders, dump trucks and such.  Youngest Son would get two or three of these, bring them home for the week, return them, get the next two or three, return them, get the last few, return them and start the cycle over again.  ONLY those books. EVER. For - I don't know - two years.  I'm not kidding.   Dear Husband and I could recite those books from memory.  That's part of the fun of having ADHD kids who hyper-focus on stuff.  Plus, Youngest Son was just weird.

Anyhow, I love the blog "Awful Library Books", as it represents both the joy of the library (Free books!  Quiet! People who love reading!) and the horror it can sometimes hold.  This particular choice from Awful Library Books is a great example of the latter:
I mean:  how many things can possibly be wrong with one book??  The topic REALLY deserves an entire book?  Not just a manual for someone to shove in their desk somewhere?  And this was TRULY the best photo?  Were there other, worse, choices that didn't make the cut?  Did his mom choose the picture?

If you haven't visited the library lately - go.  There are riches you have not even imagined.


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  1. Actually, the guy in the picture reminds me of Ron Howard's brother Clint, who starred in Gentle Ben as a kid and who turns up quite frequently in Ron's movies. (His best moment was as the EECOM tech in Apollo 13.) I suppose programmers need a full book for assembly language, so no qualms there. But if a picture of the author was needed at all, it would have been on the inside flap of the back of the dust jacket, NOT on the front of the book.

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  2. I don't think Cliff's forehead is quite so, ahem, prominent, but I can see what you mean.....Still, a weird choice for the front cover!

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