I may not be handsome or rich like my namesake, but I like to think I’m at least a little bit clever. Love at first page, Day 2 of the February challenge by @journaling-junkie. The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore by William Joyce is an illustrated short story and one of the most beautiful and touching stories I have ever read. I think everyone should read it.
If people could hear the way I talk to books at the library, they’d probably be a little concerned, all things considered.
Here are just a few of the things I have said on a regular basis to the inanimate objects at my job.
“Hey. You don’t go there. Get back here!” (Upon discovering a book that had fallen between shelves and, naturally, fell even farther as I grabbed for it)
“Oh. Oh you guys are alll out of order. Hang on, hang on it’s okay, I can fix it. I’ll make it better.” (self explanatory)
“Oh for the love of- Can you not?” (sometimes things like to jump off the cart with the sound of a free heart attack. I dislike having to dive for books so I don’t scare the living daylights out of the patrons)
(I swear, if life were like The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore, I’d have it made)
Oh, and here’s the weirdest one from the week:
“I have you now. A valiant, if ultimately futile, bid for escape. But there is no escape.” (aka a few books slid off the shelf and I caught them before they hit the floor. I should probably not be talking to books like I’m a supervillain.)