Dear Librarians: A Letter from Susanna Kwan, Author of Awake in the Floating City

“When I think of libraries, a flipbook of memories flashes through my mind. My local – the one I grew up with – is Watsonia Library in the north-east of Melbourne, Australia. It’s a low white building plonked right beside a busy train line and directly underneath two enormous transmission towers. Not exactly a dreamy location, but for many years it was my favourite place in the world.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Ashley Herring Blake, Author of Dream On, Ramona Riley

“When I think of libraries, a flipbook of memories flashes through my mind. My local – the one I grew up with – is Watsonia Library in the north-east of Melbourne, Australia. It’s a low white building plonked right beside a busy train line and directly underneath two enormous transmission towers. Not exactly a dreamy location, but for many years it was my favourite place in the world.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Vauhini Vara, Author of Searches

“When I think of libraries, a flipbook of memories flashes through my mind. My local – the one I grew up with – is Watsonia Library in the north-east of Melbourne, Australia. It’s a low white building plonked right beside a busy train line and directly underneath two enormous transmission towers. Not exactly a dreamy location, but for many years it was my favourite place in the world.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Nussaibah Younis, Author of Fundamentally

“When I think of libraries, a flipbook of memories flashes through my mind. My local – the one I grew up with – is Watsonia Library in the north-east of Melbourne, Australia. It’s a low white building plonked right beside a busy train line and directly underneath two enormous transmission towers. Not exactly a dreamy location, but for many years it was my favourite place in the world.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Laura McCluskey, Author of The Wolf Tree

“When I think of libraries, a flipbook of memories flashes through my mind. My local – the one I grew up with – is Watsonia Library in the north-east of Melbourne, Australia. It’s a low white building plonked right beside a busy train line and directly underneath two enormous transmission towers. Not exactly a dreamy location, but for many years it was my favourite place in the world.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Nussaibah Younis, Author of Fundamentally

“Going to university was so thrilling, I found it nearly impossible to focus on my studies. I was finally free from my mother’s rules and had a ton of new friends, and when I sat in my bedroom with my books, I couldn’t concentrate. Then I remembered libraries. As soon as I got my butt back into a library, I felt a wonderful sense of calm, and it was a sanctuary from hectic student life.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Abi Maxwell, Author of One Day I’ll Grow Up and Be a Beautiful Woman

“I work as a high school librarian now. I still celebrate Banned Books Week every year, but it’s different, because I actually understand it. ‘Did you notice that most of these bans are for books with Black or LGBTQ+ characters?’ I ask the students. I tell them to remember that these statistics are only a small fraction of the story; I tell them that most book bans are insidious, as they were in my former town.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Olesya Salnikova Gilmore, Author of The Haunting of Moscow House

“The Haunting of Moscow House is many things. It is about a society on the cusp of momentous change, a persecuted group in history now quite forgotten, a female-centric story of survival and the unbreakable bonds of sisterhood that make this possible, an old house with hundreds of years of past and memory. But at its heart, The Haunting of Moscow House is a ghost story.”

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Dear Librarians: A Letter from Suzanne Rindell, Author of Summer Fridays

“When I was a child, my happiest memories are of my family’s frequent trips to the library. My mom adored the library with a cheerful, vehement passion that was contagious; going to the library triggered that same Pavlovian response as “Hey kids, we’re going for ice cream”—it was a treat!”

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