Me, at the library? I know what you’re thinking: but James, you’re a bookstore man. Yes, it’s true, I spend plenty of time at the bookstore. But sometimes it’s nice to hand over a library card rather than a credit card.

Library people are my people. They’re really book people. They’re not as pretty as bookstore people – far from it, actually (sorry, library people). Library people are older, less affluent, not as well dressed. But they’re good, good people. They stand in line with armfuls of books. They have little cards in their wallets whose sole purpose is to get them books. God bless the library people.

And then, invariably, every library has a sexy librarian. She may be young or old, it doesn’t matter – sexy librarians are timelessly sexy. Without fail, she drives a late model Volvo, she listens to NPR, and she watches indie movies. In the summer she wears big floppy hats. Oh, God, don’t we love the sexy librarians?

(Side note: this blog post will help me get listed in search engines for the term “sexy librarian.” Always a highly sought-after search term.)