My Librarian: Jessica Farrow
For many kids, getting a library card is a big deal, almost a rite of passage. I, on the other hand, don’t remember my first library card, largely because I was five months old when my mother signed me up for one. I do remember being the kid tottering up to the checkout desk with a stack of books almost as tall as I was. (This still happens on occasion, but now I have tote bags to haul everything in.) Since I’ve always alternated between being completely absorbed in a good book, movie, or TV show and actively trying to get everyone I know equally absorbed in them, my decision to pursue a career as a librarian shocked absolutely no one.
I have a BA in English from Christopher Newport University and am in my last semester of graduate work for my MLIS from Florida State University. After a brief stint interning for the Mariner’s Museum Library at CNU, I found my way to the CRRL in 2012, starting in Customer Service before settling happily in Youth Services. Although I always tell people I’ll read anything as long as it’s well-written, I gravitate toward fantasy and sci-fi, realistic fiction, folktales and fairy tales, classic literature, and most recently graphic novels and comic books. I believe in enjoying picture books at any age, audiobooks as the ultimate cure to “Are we there yet?”, seeing Shakespeare performed live, and reading the funniest bits of books out loud--even if you have to corner a family member to do so.
Pants are warm. Pants are soft. Pants are for pandas? No, absolutely not, according to the adult panda in Panda Pants, by Jacqueline Davies. But baby panda desperately wants a pair of pants—with pockets, please!
As parent and child wander through the bamboo forest debating the merits of pants, sharp-eyed readers may notice the tell-tale signs of danger stalking the pair. When a leopard attacks, will it be the end of our pandas? Or, can quick-thinking baby panda save the day . . . with a little help from a pair of pants?
There is a witch in the woods. The people of the Protectorate know it. Each year, they are forced to leave a baby as a sacrifice to the witch, lest she destroy the whole city.
But just who is the witch in Kelly Barnhill’s Newbery Award-winning book, The Girl Who Drank the Moon? Maybe it’s Xan, who can’t figure out why the people of the Protectorate keep abandoning their children, but protects the babies with her magic until she can find them adopted homes in the Free Cities. Or, perhaps it’s Xan’s adopted granddaughter Luna, who became enmagicked and now spends her days with Fyrian, the Perfectly Tiny Dragon who thinks he’s a Simply Enormous Dragon, or Glerk, the poetry-obsessed monster who lives in the Bog. It’s certainly not Antain, a young man from the Protectorate who is becoming more and more determined to stop the yearly sacrifice.
Look, not everyone can be a great artist, okay? The narrator of Stick Dog certainly isn’t, and he’s sick of hearing about it. So he’ll make you a deal. You don’t comment on the art, and in exchange you’ll get story about five rectangular canine friends on a quest for the Holy Grail of picnic foods: hamburgers.
Stick Dog—accompanied by his friends Mutt, Stripes, Poo-Poo, and Karen—is determined to get some of the delicious-smelling hamburgers being grilled in the park away from the picnickers and into empty doggy stomachs.