Oceans and moons have been appearing often for me recently.
When I was looking for my next book to read, I decided to search the library website for another poetry book by an author I had never heard of before. I like surprises.
I typed “poetry” in subject, selected printed books, and then searched within the library’s collection from where I wanted to borrow. I didn’t see the cover beforehand when I chose this book that came up, “Blue Rose” by Carol Muske-Dukes (2018), same year I published my book although I wasn’t aware of that either. And then when I got it from the library I saw a nice surprise, a moon over the ocean.
I wrote a short review of the book as I like to support other authors. Reviews make a difference to them (us). Carol if you ever see this, want to say I enjoyed your book.
A story to close this…
When I went to the library to pick up the book I read before this one, Collected Lyrics by Edna St. Vincent Millay, I walked in the front door and then continued on my way to the second door just a little down the small hallway, as I’ve always done.
All of a sudden, as I am walking by alone, I hear this incredibly loud shout.
I believe the exact words were, “Step back!”
I stopped and walked back to see this woman sitting behind glass (I didn’t see her or expect her to be there).
I said, “Oh, I am sorry I didn’t see you. This is my first time back inside the library since the pandemic.” I was pretty stunned and impressed by the intensity of the shout, like it was clearly practiced and perfected. Also this woman looked like she was in her mid-eighties.
She didn’t respond. I sanitized my hands there, and she holds out a piece of a paper and says glaring at me, “You have to fill out the form.”
I reach my hand out about to take it as she’s holding it out but she doesn’t give it to me. She points down and says suddenly in a stern voice, “Take a pen.”
I realized at this point I better follow these very specific directions or I might get arrested before I can get my poetry book, and I was looking forward to reading this one for awhile.
I filled out the form and gave it back to her. She says, “You have to check out before you leave.”
I go inside and pick up the so very lovely book, Collected Lyrics by Edna St. Vincent Millay with a relieved feeling, reminding myself to return to the library security (?) before I leave with it, was glad I remembered to do that, and after I am done checking out and am walking out, she says, “Take care!” and now looks like a sweet, gentle grandmother. 😮
I decided to take a break from returning to that particular library, so I picked up Blue Rose from a different nearby library, which was much more laid back and had no library security guard.