A few days ago I went to the library to get some books for myself and a few for my sister Elizabeth. It is getting hard to find a good book, so when I bumped into a librarian, I asked him, “Do you know of any good books for a 12-year-old girl?” He started naming a few, and I followed him down the row of shelves, listening to him blab on about literary choices for young adults. The librarian asked me if my sister was into reading mysteries. I said, “Yes, and she likes the classics.” He pulled Dracula off the shelf and said, “Has she read Dracula?” I think it’s a bit scary for her.” I replied.  After perusing the book shelf some more, I stuck Dracula back on the shelf. No w the librarian began naming a few books to see if Elizabeth had read them. The conversation went something like this:

Him: Has your sister read Black Beauty?

Me: Yes.

Him: Has she read Treasure Island?

Me: Yes.

Him: Has she read Little Women?

Me: Yes, she very advanced…

Him: Alice in Wonderland?

Me: Yes.

Him: Wind in the Willows?

Me: Yes.

Him: Tom Sawyer? Call of the Wild?

Me: Yes, Yes.

Him: Anne of Green Gables? Huckleberry Finn? Around the World in 80 days?

Me: Yep, yep, yep.

The librarian looked at me with a kinda’ dazed expression on his face. Then he walked over to a desk and handed me a sheet of age appropriate books. “Here is a list of books that you can look over. If your sister hasn’t read some of them, they are in the fiction section. There are more librarians upstairs if you need any help!” Then he quickly strode off to the back room. I looked over the list and didn’t see one book that I hadn’t read! I went upstairs to the unabridged classics section and got Elizabeth Gulliver’s Travels. We are homeschoolers no doubt!