For the majority of my life, my mother has worked behind the circulation desk of my hometown’s library.
Although she never obtained a degree in library science, my mother knows her library, and the people who frequent it inside and out.
At any giving time, my mother is reading three books at once. A large, woven basket sits next to the couch on her living floor, and is always overflowing with fiction and non-fiction. (Aside: I spilled a cup of coffee in that basket once. I then proceeded to wipe each book clean)
I spent four of my teenage years working at the library. I can return books to shelves with my eyes closed, and apply jacket covers faster than anyone I know. Growing up in a library is one of the main reasons I pursued a degree in journalism and English. I’m also sure it played a part in my older brother becoming an English teacher.
Yesterday, I spent an hour at my local library. I could have spent longer, but I figured nine books was enough to check out for the day.
Ironically, I had just purchased a book from Barnes & Noble the night before:
I’ve wanted to read this book for a year now, and decided to just go ahead and buy it. I’m only about 20 pages in, and I already love it.
A book in the library pile, The Happiness Project, was recommended to me by a friend. I plan to start reading it after I’m done with the other one. I’m not my mother; I can’t read three books at once.
I’m not quite sure why I need 57 books on resume-writing. I think I just took all of them because I could. I think the one called Amazing Resumes is going to be my best bet. The greatest thing about that stack of books is that they’re all mine until February 12. All mine. I love libraries.
Beverly’s never fails me. Right before we met yesterday morning, I sent Alicia the following text message:
I can’t wait to shove everything in my mouth.
That, my friends, is grilled sourdough bread topped with poached eggs, spinach, and avocado. This special is usually served with sprouts, and black bean hollandaise (which is what you see on the side), but I’m lame and decided not to consume either. Still amazing. And those home fries? I had been waiting all week for those. I’m not kidding.
Jeff and I love diner breakfasts, and I, admittedly, am addicted to home fries. So, I’ve decided that instead of getting home fries every time I order breakfast at a diner, I will only get them on occasion. That way, they’re more special and delicious when I do decide to indulge in them.
Believe me when I tell you: Beverly’s home fries were worth holding out for. In fact, I’m going to go ahead and say that they’re the best home fries I’ve ever had. That’s saying a lot for a self-proclaimed home-fry expert.
Warning: I have and will continue to rave about Beverly’s until you travel from wherever it is that you live in this world to go there. That’s a promise.
Side note: Beverly’s does serve lunch and dinner. I just don’t think I could ever bring myself to order anything aside from breakfast. When we sat down yesterday morning, I suggested that we eat breakfast, walk around for a bit, and then come back for lunch.
Mareesa and Alicia laughed. I was serious.
Tell me where you’re from, and the best breakfast place in your town.
What are you reading right now?
Have a great Sunday! <3