The deep down sense of rage may have sparked my need to be a librarian

Or maybe it was the kind school librarian who let me be her assistant in junior high.

Still, I mostly annoyed the Kern County librarian in the same locale, the Mojave Desert, who wasn't prepared for a college-level reader in an 11-year-old. 🙂 I'm still annoyed she wouldn't let me read John Jakes' 'The Bastard', which was a miniseries on TV at the time, but given the subject matter, I guess I understand. But I don't know why she wouldn't let me read anything in the adult section, period. That seems extreme. She made me stay in the children's section. Harumpf.