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Girls in White Dresses by Jennifer Close


My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Close, Jennifer. Girls in White Dresses. 7 CDs. 8 Hours. Books on Tape. 2011. ISBN: 978-0-307-93934-0 $35.00. F




In this debut novel, college girlfriends, Isabella, Mary and Lauren move to NYC to be grownups after they graduate. The reader witnesses as the friends meander through first loves, triumphs, downfalls and awful brides maid dresses; all while aiming directly at their 30th birthdays. Told in short vignettes that alternate between each girl, moving some to the background while bringing others forward, Girls is like a long Seinfeld episode in which nothing happens except that hilarity ensues. The many female characters can be difficult to keep track of, though, all are in some way related to Isabella giving her center stage. Emily Janice Card animates each character with different voices and accents making them easier to distinguish. A quick, light, chick-lit read, recommended to fans of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series by Ann Brashares.




-Terry Ann Lawler - Phoenix Public Library, AZ.






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someone else's day in the life of a liberrian

http://laurensmith.wordpress.com/2011/10/06/what-do-public-librarians-and-library-staff-do/

fun: liberrian's prayer

Oh great Seshat, Goddess of all Librarians large and small,

Grant me the gratitude for patrons who only have to be shown once,
and the discipline to keep from choking those who can't.
Grant me the rigidity to put up with all those damned screaming kids,
and still be able to smile at the ones who aren't.
Grant me the ability to plug my nose while still talking and beaming to the first patron,
and the tolerance I need to help the next one, while still continuing to not breathe.
Grant me the technological savvy to deal with it when every single electronic device in the building breaks down and no one from IT is answering the phone,
and the acknowledgment on the one or two days a week when every thing actually works.
Grant me the cognizance to pick porn from just smut,
and the hostility to kick that guy's ass out as per our new library policy.
Grant me the ability to ignore the sound of PC Res beeping when the patrons don't bother to read the screen and click on the "Next Available PC" button,
and the further ability to continually read the screen to patron after patron after patron for those who don't, what the hell are they doing on the Internet if they can't read????
Grant me the intelligence to know when to look it up on Google,
and the forethought to hide the computer screen from the patron.
Grant me the recollection of all of the Dewey Decimal Subject Headings,
and the ability to constantly take patrons to them on the shelf, day in and day out.
Grant me the tractability to put up with patrons who try to tell me how to do my job, even though they came to me for help in the first place,
and the introspection to recollect at the end of the day the ones who caused it to go well.
But, most of all, O Great Seshat, grant me the daily remembrance that I really do have the best effing job on earth....except for that guy who gets to name streets.

a look at last october's day in the life of a liberrian

so, this lady rags at me today because i can't find her the address of the popo association...mind you, she's given me about 30 seconds. meanwhile, i have this lady who is PISSED and is telling the people next to her what a bitch i am because i won't create an email account for her. hell, i won't even stand over her shoulder to walk her through it. i gave her a handout with all the steps. and apologized for not being able to do more. but i didn't mean it. i think i would have tried, if she'd been even a tiny bit nice...


we do have free computer classes, but not at this library. in the mean time, i have 6 people standing behind the police association lady.

"i don't see what's so hard about it" she says, with a sneer. what an a$$. if it's that easy, why is she standing there asking me???? i get her an address, web & snail. and a phone number to boot. i even write it down for her. and i smile too and ask her if there is any thing else i can help with. hows that for effing customer service:)

the next guy wants to know how to find out who owns a house by looking up an address.
the next needs a wiring diagram for a 1967 ford.
the next needs to fix his gastop stove.
and the next wants me to tell her why her laptop won't connect to our wireless internet. like i know. but i try to help anyway.
and the next lady wants to know the order in which every nora roberts book was written. at least that's an easy question.
and the next wants to know if there REALLY is a 4 hour wait for the internet. and why can't you guys buy some more god damned computers!
*sigh*
jeeeze 3 people out of 7 yell at me. but i smile at them all. i wonder if they all make more money then me. probably.

i look at the clock and see that it has only been 10 minutes since the yahoo lady. what a drag.

i have a story time tomorrow, which i've planned but i still have to learn 3 hand rhymes about monsters and i should probably attempt to look at the 3 books on monsters i ordered. except i can't stop singing the milkshake song that's stuck in my head from this morning's toddler time.

i have to get snacks for this saturday's anime club and i still haven't finished preparing for the big halloween shindig in which we do a giant puppet show, craft for 100 kids and please please please don't let me run out of candy for the costume parade...shit, is that next week or the week after?

and what about the website mockup for my group work, did i finish that? i think it was due last week, the henna station at the teen services meeting, and shit shit shit i forgot to email that document AGAIN. sorry steph.

man, i hope those two crackheads don't start fighting, i so, totally don't have time for that shit.

oh, i have to host a class tomorrow at another library, i better read the email that says who i'm introducing as a speaker.

and what about all those people who said they would donate snacks for the fall festival that's coming up? i hate it when people say they'll call me back and they don't and then i have to call them back because i'm really bad at calling people back.

shyte, there're 6 more people in line and the phone's ringing and i haven't checked my email in 3 days.

and there goes yahoo lady to tell the people at the checkout desk what an asshole she thinks i am. *sigh* i hope she doesn't call admin. i hate when they do that.