For the Love of Books: Danger in the YA section

In which I describe the pain and suffering I endured to open myself up to a different genre. 

Recently, I was plugged in to a newly-discovered book podcast while I was picking up books from my (fantastic) local library. The podcasters, two adults in their mid 30s, listed off several literary YA books that they loved. One title in particular really grabbed my attention, so I decided to pick it up and give it a try. Why not? It isn’t my preferred genre, but I’ll read the occasional YA that catches my attention.

Now, I don’t think there is something shameful in reading YA as an adult. If you like certain authors or books that aren’t necessarily targeted towards your age range, good for you. Read it. If it’s not your thing, that’s fine. Don’t.

But in spite of my “take pride in your reading choices” stance, I hate going into the children’s or YA sections, which, in the case of my local library, are completely separate, enclosed rooms. With glass walls. I feel like the cool young moms and sassy teens see me approaching and stare me down as I enter and do my book browsing. There is judgement from the patrons, even if the library itself promotes diverse reading (they even have a teen books for adults book club).

This particular day, the library was hosting some sort of anime/movie watching event for teens in the YA section. Kids were dispersed throughout the room, sitting on the floor, leaning against shelves, laughing at the film. So when I opened the door to their tower in the library, 30 or so heads snapped away from the mounted screen to glare at me for interrupting their film. Ducking my head, I  stepped over a pair of teens to get to the shelf I needed. I tried to be unobtrusive, but two girls noticeably pointed at me. My heart rate sped up and I actually started to sweat. It was completely ridiculous. I’m an adult woman and I felt slightly paralyzed by the opinions of a few teenagers. Not only that, they are bookish teens. My people! But I was still inexplicably mortified.

I found my book, grabbed it, clutched it to my chest, and darted toward the exit of the YA section for the refuge of the main stacks. Unfortunately, I lack the standard amount of depth perception and I crashed into the giant librarian’s desk in the center of the room on my way out. The force of my impact moved the desk, spilling a cup of pens onto the seated librarian and jarring some teens leaning against it who cried out, “HEY!” at my rude disruption. I also dropped the stack of books I was holding. While I scrambled to pick them up, the teens murmured angrily among themselves. I then walked as fast as possible to the library exit with my collar up and headphones in without looking back.

Though the immediate embarrassment has faded, a deep black and purple bruise on my upper thigh the size and shape of an EGG (I held many items up for comparison, so this is an accurate remark) reminds me of my shame. Next time, I’ll request the book online, pick it up from the hold shelf, and check out my books without encountering any judgmental humans or embarrassing situations. I’ll wave my book flag high and proud…from the privacy of my home and the internet anonymity of this blog.

Have you ever injured or horribly embarrassed yourself in pursuit of a book? Or am I alone in this?

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2 Comment

  1. Isaac says: Reply

    Embarrassed? Absolutely. Laura and I decided to read the Twilight books (may they burn in literary hell forever) and I knocked most of those out in audiobook form at my janitorial job. I apologized to the librarian every single time I checked one out. Their response was always “why, they are very popular!” which always made me sick to my stomach. Now I frequent the library around closing time and no one feels like judging anyone’s entertainment choices that late in the evening.

    1. I think the “audiobook only” option is a great way to go. With Overdrive I could get them straight to my phone and avoid the awkward library piece all together

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