love in the stacks
I love our closed stacks.
I wasn't so sure about them at first. I mean, it's scary back there. The floor is glass and very sci-fi. This scary glow comes up when the lights are on on the floor below. The lights are just exposed bulbs. Some floor panels on the sides are pieces of plywood that look like they might not hold some of the kids that come in for story time, never mind me.
Plus the ghost. Alledgedly there is a ghost in the closed stacks. I don't know where I stand on the paranormal issue, but I guess if I were a dead bibliophile, that's probably where I'd hang out. And it certainly makes you want to believe, being in there at night.
But the books are beautiful. I love old books (this is where we keep things that don't circulate, can't circulate, or are otherwise not really needed in the main library), even though I understand that most of them have really minimal value, relatively speaking. I found a book on Dorothea Dix from the late 1800s. It wasn't anything special, but it was just neat.
Actually, know what I like? I like the really neat librarian handwriting that goes on the bookplate. And the cataloging information. The script is just gorgeous.
Library geek journal entry. We will return to our regularly scheduled systems/reference/duties as assigned posting tomorrow.