For a while I was considering going to school for a masters in library science after I graduated from UNC, so I picked up this memoir written by a Southern California public librarian for some insight. The book was only mildly entertaining and the characters were so exaggerated I had to stop every two pages and say out loud to myself: "Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Wait just a second. You made ALL of that up. It's not even close to being believable. Not one bit. You are a liar, Mr. Douglas. A liar."
In fact, Douglas admits to embellishing many of his characters -- as well as the stories -- to make his book more "humorous," but I thought it made it even worse. Each character either falls under the category of complete idiot or a**hole. No inbetweens. Except maybe his girlfriend - she seemed nice, but boring.
Despite all the relatively negative thoughts, I am thankful for reading this memoir in its entirety. Now I know, FOR SURE, that I don't want to go to library school nor become a librarian. EVER. Not in a million years. Not if it means dealing with the ridiculous stuff this guy put up with, even if it was exaggerated for comical effect. Heck no.
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A liar? Hardly! I didn't make any of it up...and the exaggerations were more appearances, then behaviors (as scary as that may seem).
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