Another heartwarmy piece to prick at your library-loving hearts.
A middle-aged woman came up to me at the library with some hesitancy while I was shelving audiobooks. She looked extremely frail and weary. I asked if she needed help, and here’s what she said:
"I have cancer and I’m losing my sight, so I can no longer read. I have to listen to books now, I just have to. I want something that will cheer me up but I have no idea how to navigate through all of…" she gestured hopelessly at the shelves, "…this."
"I can help you," I said. "What are you interested in?"
"Murder mysteries. Funny ones."
We spent some time in the stacks, me reading aloud the backs of the books, laughing together at the silly book titles. We finally decided on Joanne Fluke, whose culinary murders hooked my patron immediately. A little light shone in her eyes and she suddenly seemed less frail.
As I checked out her books, I wished I could save her from the sickness that racked her body and stole her sight. The saving grace was that I felt like I had, if only for the smallest moment.
She left with a bagful of books and a smile on her face.