My Librarian: Meg Raymond
I was that awkward kid you always saw with her nose buried in a book. Sometimes I would have to be (almost literally) dragged back to my humdrum life. I was never bored—not on long car trips, not in waiting rooms, and not even when my mom endlessly perused the huge pattern books in fabric stores—because I always had a book (or three) at hand.
Fast forward a few years. When my bachelor’s degree in anthropology surprisingly did not turn into a lucrative career, I kept plugging away at my university library job. Then a stint as a government contractor made library school an attractive option. I have an MLS from North Carolina Central University. I’ve worked in an academic library, a medical university library, a top secret documents room for a federal contractor, and finally found my calling at the public library.
I love lists. I love to-do lists, especially crossing things off to-do lists! I love other kinds of lists, too. Books tend to bump around in my head until certain titles start to clump together. Eventually, the clumps become lists—booklists. Sometimes the hook that holds a booklist together is very nebulous, but putting them together in a list just feels right.
I read everything—from billboards to the backs of cereal boxes. I try not to be sniffy about any reading taste. Regency romances? Love ‘em. Police procedurals in all their gory detail? Yes, ma’am! Cozy mysteries? Of course. Historical fiction? Please, and thank you! Ponderous, “literary” titles? Oh, sure. Memoirs that are a little off-beat, maybe slightly askew? Yes, indeedy! Slightly warped fiction? Yeah, baby. Violent werewolf romance? Oh, why not? Chick lit, hen lit, lad lit? Yes, yes, and yes.
What titles have you loved? What have you hated? I bet I can find something for you. Probably a whole stack of titles! No, wait, come back! I have MORE TITLES FOR YOU!!!
"Revenge is a dish best served cold." I always thought this meant that if you waited until you cooled off the need for exacting revenge would lessen or maybe go away altogether. I guess I'm just way too naïve and forgiving because, when I actually looked up the meaning of the phrase, it seems to mean to wait until the person who wronged you has forgotten all about it, and thus your revenge will be in cold blood—and all the sweeter. Who knew?
I recently had to get 12 stitches in my leg. It was mesmerizing to watch! But for some reason, nobody wanted to see the pictures I took of the bloody gash or the resulting row of neat black stitches.
I grew up with a nurse mom and a nuclear physicist dad, so our dinnertime conversations were often scientific discourse about what happened in surgery or the emergency room. I didn't realize that this wasn't normal until I horrified some of my playmates with stories they found unbearably gruesome.
In college, I was a serials check-in clerk for the medical library and was fascinated by some of the medical journals. I couldn't wait to look at the Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report!
If you find medical history fascinating, look at some of the books on my Medical Mysteries and Maladies booklist.
If you want your heartstrings tugged AND you want to learn a little bit about physics and astronomy, pick up Relativity, by Antonia Hayes.