I don’t expect to be treated as a celebrity; but it’d be nice if my hometown library had my books on its shelves… especially after I’ve donated them.
Well, our local library has degenerated into a Far Left elitists’ sandbox, so my books are relegated to the same shelf as Mrs. Clara Pinball’s recollections of downtown Sayreville. Which is not to insult Mrs. Pinball–but just try getting that book published professionally. And just try getting it onto the library shelves that people actually look at.
Not to be thin-skinned about it–but yeesh! Most people can’t even imagine how hard it is to get a book published by a publisher who’ll pay you for it. For every one who succeeds, there are thousands, or tens of thousands, who don’t. And it doesn’t even have that much to do with the individual merit of a book.
Maybe it’s voodoo.
Libraries just aren’t libraries any more. Most of them are little more than community activity centers (mostly left wing) with a lot of computer stations and a few half-empty bookshelves tucked in here and there.
Our library board consists of Far Left loons.