All libraries hate me. And with due cause, thats for certain. My fines are exceeded in all of them, and it's not like it's just me, it runs in my family like a common genetic. I remember that lovely day last year when I was researching for my first Visual Culture paper for Joy James* and I signed up for a Vancouver Public Library card and the confused man told me, without ever having an account in the past, that I had already $84.17 of fines spanning from 1982. The mere two-generation span of the Sinclaire family name was already setting some awful habits.
The point (actually), was to say that, yes, I love to know things, and yes, at one point I will come TO the library to read books everyday. I will blow off other matters of my life such as having relationships, afternoon tea, drawing, and so forth. And I will do so without the use of my VPL card, which, even if I wanted to use would incur so much additional... trouble.
*agreeably, not arguably, the smartest person ever. and kindest, no less.
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