That made my heart smile so widely, remembering my favorite librarian, Mrs. Henderson. She was my partner in learning. When other librarians would shoo me back into the children's section, Mrs. H encouraged me to explore books I might not understand... yet. When I tried to shock her by checking out books on the occult, she never raised an eyebrow. And when I was in high school, she was still there, setting aside books specifically for me because she thought I might enjoy them; she was never ever wrong in that regard. A talented librarian is magical.
