I’m afraid I won’t be able to stifle a little snicker the next time I answer the phone or address a patron at the desk of the local library with the phrase “How can I help you?” Your friendly librarian is a book-loving, compassionate soul, right? Or maybe she’s not. There’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Margo, at least. Even Patricia has her own little idiosyncrasies.
“Margo is all gray, all shading; she shifts like the sky from one moment to the next.”
If you work at a library or even frequent one, then I can’t see how this little book could fail to make you laugh, rather inappropriately, here and there. So many little tidbits about patrons and coworkers are spot on. The author is a librarian, and it’s evident. You can’t make this stuff up!
Oh yes, this is a thriller. Of sorts. But I have to suspect that hard-core thriller fans won’t take to this quite as happily as yours truly. The thriller-y parts were good enough, but probably a little harder to fall for than the bits about libraries and the passion for reading and writing. There’s a piece in here when Margo finds a book that she absolutely can’t put down – and it’s none other than a Shirley Jackson novel (what else?!) Surely, we can all relate to this:
“I suddenly can’t wait to get out, close the day, and take my brisk walk home. An image comes to me then, of the book waiting right where I left it on the dining room table… A surge of happiness wells up, and I say it again, with jubilance in my voice this time: ‘The library will be closing in one hour!’”
Or this, after finishing the last page:
“I’m left sitting here, a dummy with a shut book. That’s it; the bubble I’ve been living in is popped, kaput, after a mere handful of days.”
It’s fun to watch the strange little dance between Margo and Patricia. I wasn’t quite sure where this was headed, but I know I had a pretty damn good time getting there. This isn’t a literary feat, but I can’t wait to fill in real names for the fictional ones here when I’m back with my partners in crime behind the desk!
“I was like someone chased by demons across the threshold of a church, stepping into the library that first time. I could have turned around, right there at the door, and stuck my tongue out at the world.”