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ellierenae · 5 months
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Shoutout to the Friends of the Library, a type of bookstore attached to almost every public library in USAmerica!
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Yesterday I found thse 16 DVDs and 15 books and booklets for $2. Not per item, for everything you see here.
31 items for $2 total, including a physical copy of The Sims 3.
I used to be shy about taking books off the free shelf or taking advantage of sales like "8 discs for a dollar" but the volunteers have reiterated to me a thousand times that they need more shelf space for donations and it really helps them for you to grab as much as your little arms can carry.
If you want to own the books you read and still support your local libraries, this is the absolute best way I know to do it, and your shelves will be so, so full.
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thedrarrylibrarian · 3 months
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I'm so excited to welcome @phoebe-delia to the library! I've loved reading her work for a long time, and am always especially impressed by the fact that she answers so many prompts! My favorite of her series is Eight Drarry Nights at Hanukkah time every year, which are always warm and so full of love and light. I knew she'd pick a great fic, and I think it'll be a sweet and romantic start to your Valentines season. Thanks again to @phoebe-delia!
I want to start out by thanking the incredible @thedrarrylibrarian for the chance to participate in Happy Hour. You do phenomenal work, and I just really hope you know how valued you are. I fangirl every time we interact and I am incredibly honored to get to do this.
Now, on to the rec!
When our lovely Librarian asked me to do a guest rec for Happy Hour, this fic was the first to come to mind. I still gave it a lot of time and consideration, of course, but at the end of the day I kept coming back to this story.
plant me in your garden (and watch me grow) by @thehoneybeet. 5,505 words, Rated T, and make sure to check the tags to see if it’s right for you!
Malfoy walks across the grounds to the forbidden forest nearly every night, but falls asleep in class during the day. Harry can't get enough of him.
An eighth year fic.
Every fic of Honey’s that I’ve read makes me want to be a better writer, because their storytelling is so effortlessly rich. I always have at least one moment where I have to pause and look off into the distance so I can really appreciate a line and let it sink into my brain.
And this fic has quite a few of those moments for me. The descriptions here are so vivid; I felt like I was watching Drarry through a pensieve. I’m resisting the urge to quote dump here, because I think you should experience this writing for yourself in the way Honey intended it. It’s the kind of story that, in my humble opinion, can’t really be captured in a quote or two. It flows exactly as it needs to.
I adore how Honey characterizes both Draco and Harry. Draco has clearly changed after the war but has kept the same wit and fire that attracts Harry so much. And Harry is just trying to figure out how to exist in this post-war world without Voldemort after him, and it turns out Draco is a big part of his healing. It’s a joy to watch the two of them fall for and into each other.
I just looked back at the comments, because I remembered that I’d left one a while back when I first read it (which was, apparently, in September 2022? What even is time, omg). I’m going to quote from my past self, here, who called the writing “decadent,” and the story “fucking gorgeous,” “creative” and “special.” I told Honey that this fic would always have a special place in my heart. Clearly, my heart kept that promise.
I also told Honey at the time that the fic deserved a much longer, more intensive comment than I could articulate at the time. Turns out I needed over a year. This is as close as I think I’ll get to accurately expressing the way it makes me feel.
Plus, as a personal bonus, this fic happens to include some of my favorite tropes: eighth year, pining, and Harry’s never-ending obsession with Draco.
I hope you all enjoy this fic as much as I do (and that you remember to leave them kudos and a comment!) And Honey, thank you for writing something so wonderful that it stuck with me for over a year.
Love,
Phoebe
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I got the first three seasons of Seinfeld on DVD, factory sealed, for just $7 at the Friends of the Library warehouse sale today!
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the-swift-tricker · 3 months
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shout out to friends of the library cause where else can you get seven good quality used books for less then six dollars?
[id a picture of a stack of used books. they include: a good old fashioned future by bruce sterling, death of a salesman by arthur miller, the boys from brazil by ira levin, kenny and the dragon by tony diterlizzi, the new jim crow by michelle alexander, winter's heart by robert jordan, and east of the sun, west of the moon by nancy willard end id]
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mygrowingcollection · 8 months
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Charles Frazier
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escondidolibrary · 11 months
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The next Half Price Sale at the Friends of the Library Book Shop will be on Friday, May 26 and Saturday, May 27, 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.!
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sewgeekmama · 2 months
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How to Be a Friend of the Library
The library was one of my favorite places as a kid, and I still feel an affinity for it as an adult. I wanted to get involved with our local library and found a great way to help was to join the Friends of the Library. Almost every library has a special group of “friends,” which is a non-profit organization formed to help support their library outside out what the government provides. Friends of…
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callipraxia · 7 months
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The day or so after a Friends of the Library sale is…well, I’ve never been drunk and woken up trying to figure out what I even did last night, but this is what I imagine it would be at least vaguely like, albeit usually without the headache…usually….
Seriously, though. Why do I now have four German textbooks? I haven’t touched my German lessons in about two years. It’s been even longer since I touched my Chinese lessons, but now I somehow have two beginner simplified Chinese books, too. And an elementary Russian textbook (note: I already own a handful of Russian textbooks, I spent three years working on that one) and another Latin reader. All because I went looking for an English-Spanish dictionary….
(Other acquisitions include books on drawing, techniques for bookbinding, an encyclopedia of jewelry-making techniques, a calligraphy workbook, a dictionary of puns in Milton’s English poetry, a literary landscape of the British Isles, a guide to animals and monsters in Shakespeare, a couple books of humorous explanations of physics and mathematics, a volume of “famous plays of the 1980s”, a miscellany of women’s historical diaries, the country diary of an Edwardian lady, a sourcebook on Medieval Russia, a great big book, probably a college textbook at one point, apparently about politics and development in Latin America…and so on and so forth. Couple of psychology books, an illustrated dream dictionary, anything I could find in the literature section about theory of tragedy….My poor shelves are deeply grateful this was the third and last of the three fall FotL sales I attend)
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greeneteens · 10 months
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Here’s your chance to learn a few new facts about an ancient instrument!
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theresah331 · 11 months
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Presentation of the award, for Michael
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critterbitter · 4 months
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Language divides and building bridges.
Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).
((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))
BONUS:
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Heh. Callback.
Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!
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deadsetobsessions · 4 months
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Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.
Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.
Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.
Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.
And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).
Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.
(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)
The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.
Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.
And he kept coming back?
But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.
(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)
(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)
But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.
It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.
So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!
“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”
Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”
And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.
They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.
And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!
But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).
Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.
Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)
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thedrarrylibrarian · 4 months
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I cannot tell you how excited I've been to have this lovely writer on to rec - I fell in love with the fic she recced and I think it's a great pick for the holiday season. If you haven't read it before, I think it'll be the perfect read to get you into the Christmas spirit. Without further ado, here's the lovely @skeptiquewrites!
I was delighted to be asked to write a Happy Hour for December by the Drarry Librarian. I still consider myself more of a reader than anything.
This time of year represents a lot of contradictions for me: the joyfulness of gathering with my loved ones, the loneliness that springs up as I revisit old places and things. I love all the lights and candles, and bundling up against the cold. I can’t stand the disappearing sun, and the long hours of darkness in my part of the hemisphere. It’s sweet, but sorrowful too.
So back in July, I knew I had to pick @sweet-s0rr0w’s Waking Up Slow with all of @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm’s beautiful illustrations. Wireless has always been one of my favourite fests in current fandom, and 2023 was no exception.
Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w (24,941 words, rated E)
'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?
From the first paragraph, I was in love with Pickerings Christmas Shop and Cheddar, Somerset. It came to life with careful, beautiful writing of Harry’s curiosity and Draco’s initial sharpness, and Joy’s saturated, poignant use of colour.
Besides the writing, I love how many direct references to other fanfics that Sweet has with the footnotes. It always reminds me how key intertextuality is to fandom. We’re all in conversation and all participating in a gift exchange of sorts.
Waking Up Slow is just as wonderful in December for a read (or re-read in my case) as it was in July. Scorching, weighty, interesting, and I can recommend it for a slow morning, lazy afternoon or under the covers late night fic reading.
After all, ‘tis the season.
Thank you so much, @skeptiquewrites for joining me for Happy Hour with Friends of the Library! And seriously, check this fic out!
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I got a decent haul at the big Friends of the Library book sale in Gainesville this weekend.
Movies
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When I was in college, they had walls and walls of VHS tapes, but they've all gone the eay of the dodo and have been replaced by DVDs, which are a real gamble. You buy a 20 year old tape, it'll work good as new, but you buy a 20 year old DVD and it's a total crapshoot whether your player will even start reading the damn thing. The cases were all taped shut and there were big signs everywhere saying "SOLD AS IS," so caveat emptor, buyer beware, but I was still disappointed to find out that about a third of them are visibly unusable. Not all of them are scratched, but a lot of them are cloudy, VERY cloudy, they look like they're covered in smudges from fingerprints and greasy palms but it's all been baked into the plastic so I can't buff it out. A third of them are on the fence, probably okay, and a third of them look pristine, so it wasn't a total waste of money. Some of them are even brand new, still in the plastic, bound with stickers and everything, so they're guaranteed.
Books
As for actual books, my haul was less substantial
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Some old dictionaries in English and Spanish, a collection of Horatio Hornblower books (Yahtzee Crowshaw of Zero Punctuation seems to like them, and they were cheap, so why not?), some old sci fi collections, some Michael Crichton, and a pocket atlas from 1989. I also got Calculus for Dummies because I've been meaning to catch up on what I missed in high school; my mom made me take AP calc without trig or precalc, so I went in blind and got the lowest grade in the class, and it killed me then budding love of math. I figure if I go back now and refresh myself on algebra and geomtry, I could probably pick up trig and precalc and calc, and get back into the groove of things. I have a useless BA, so maybe if I enroll in some classes online I can earn enough credits to focus on science like I intended in 2014. I wanted to be an engineer, but the math was too daunting. Baby steps.
Magazines
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Some old Nat Geos from the 30s and 40s. They're not worth anything; they're all banged up and falling apart, none of them are particularly famous issues, they don't really mention the War outside all the "BUY WAR BONDS" ads. I got the November 39 issue specifically for my mom, because that's when her mom was born.
Overall, not too shabby.
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protagonistspub · 1 year
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The Baxters by Karen Kingsbury
The Baxters by Karen Kingsbury was a find at the Friends of the Library store and was my first novel by the author. This is a Christian fiction romance. This is not the first published novel for the Baxter family series but it is the first Baxter family novel in the chronology of the family. I am not going to spend a lot of time discussing the story. This was part of the…
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mygrowingcollection · 6 months
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Lynne Reid Banks
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