Spence’s love of books and what they mean shines through. There’s a letter to a book called The One Hour Orgasm which you’ll just have to read for yourselves, I blush - anyway suffice it to say, this book never gets boring. Spence’s casual writing voice is scattered with cursing and some sex. Instead, Dear Fahrenheit 451 is comprised of breezy takes (or letters) on the books the author has read, owns, loathes, comes across, culled from the library stacks, or had patrons request. No guilt-inducing, preaching on the books you ought to have read (I’m looking at you Clifton Fadiman). This makes for a very different sort of book about books. Spence is a young librarian and both her reading taste and vernacular reflect fresh, edgy thinking. So I slipped over into the warm comfort of this book.Ī Librarian’s Love Letters and the Breakup Notes to the Books in Her Life I needed a break from reading three dark thrillers in a row (just finishing my last one – really good, but more on that later.)
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