Dear Librarians: A Letter from Sarah Harman, Author of All The Other Mothers Hate Me

“I was a library kid. Growing up, we moved around a lot, and I while I can’t remember some of my teachers’ names, I can still vividly recall the joy of the stacks, the feeling of a dozen fresh Baby-Sitters Club or Sweet Valley High paperbacks stuffed in a plastic grocery bag, ready to be devoured like actual treats. Books were the perfect companion for the perpetual ‘new kid’ who didn’t have anyone to talk to at lunch.”

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

“When I was young, my mother brought me to the library at least once a week, our visits as routine as buying groceries or going to school. No matter what neighborhood we moved to, there was always a branch nearby, complete with a musty card catalog, squeaky revolving racks stuffed with paperbacks, and a librarian who would listen carefully to our questions and guide us to the right books.”

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