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The Librarian's Daughter

I spent a lot of time in the library as a kid.  My mom would drop me and my brother off for an hour on a Saturday morning while she did the grocery shopping and I'd poke around happily, amassing a stack of reading.

She left a job teaching ninth grade English to get a Library Science degree, so then I was able to hang out in libraries as she worked a series of temporary jobs.  Eventually she landed at a middle school library in Flint, where I learned to shelve books, file cabinet cards, and sample life behind the librarian's desk.

I have the utmost respect for librarians.  In fact, it borders on awe.  When I discovered that San Francisco has a "Little MagaZine Collection" -- a zine library -- I was obsessed by the prospect that my little labor of love could be part of a library's permanent collection.

And now it is:  http://sflib1.sfpl.org/search~S1?/Xmorbid+curiosity&SORT=D/Xmorbid+curio...

I had to give up one of my copies of Morbid Curiosity #2 so they could have a complete collection, but it's worth it.  I'm excited to have my babies treated so seriously.

While I was finding the zine listing, I came across the SFPL's listing for Morbid Curiosity Cures the Blues.  Oh, man, they have ordered so many copies of the book!  I can't express how happy that makes me feel.

In the past, I measured success by seeing my magazines on the stands of bookstores.  Now, my new measurement is to find it in a library collection.

I think it would make my mom proud.