OOTD - It's not your Grammar, it's you

In the 1st grade all I read were Babar books. Like, exclusively. My elementary school library only had 8 Babar books, but I read the fuck out them for a whole year. The librarian, getting wise to my monopoly over the stories of an orphaned African elephant raised by some old white lady who then returns to his country, bringing with him civility, propriety, clothing and I assume the concept of shame (huh...this tale seems vaguely familiar...) - tried encouraging me to read other books. But I was all, 'bitch, I'm not interested in your stories about a mutant red dog'. 

I've been afraid to step into a library since I failed to return *coughstolecough* The Lord of the Rings when I was 12 - and I must say I am pleasantly surprised to see how far they've come! No longer just a place for strangers to spit in books or for perverts to comb the Art History section for 'Renaissance nudes' aka '16th century nip slips'. The Millennium Library in Winnipeg is bright, open and full of light...making it perfect for me to take pics in. Hey. Don't tell me how to use the library. 

                                                                        This book is lit. Thank you, I'll be here all week.

                                                         I'm mildly disturbed by the correlation between books and worms