The last few novels I’ve read (well, almost finished) to the trending TV shows
Have left me with a feeling of dread and in the throes
None of the characters have conviction
It’s so painful to observe, to watch
I’m left in a state of suspension
As I close the book and turn the TV off
And non-fiction often puts me to sleep
I decided on a Saturday afternoon to try something new
I went to the library
Snuck in, quiet as a fairy
To my annoyance, there was a guy in the back strumming a guitar
In the TEEN ZONE – a world apart
Why didn’t the librarian shut it down?
I walked by the “Beach Reads” – just looking at the covers made me frown
I wandered the aisles, full of shiny-covered smut
Who’s cheating on who, what’s new
You know what?
I decided I’d opt for male authors
Maybe they’ve got something else to offer
Mr. Kruger or similar
Hmm, maybe a foreign female writer could be the cure?
I skipped over books with the blue Mystery stickers
I didn’t even look at the book cover’s pictures
Is there anyone to tell me a story?
I need some adventure, a getaway
Dogs in the forest, a vulnerable tourist, a faithful friendship
Nothing gory
The guitar guy played as I wandered the library in a daze
Looking for something worth reading
Something I could see myself completing
I found myself in non-fiction
A memoir about growing up in church
I thought it couldn’t hurt
So I read there in the aisle
The librarian, an older woman, sauntered over and whispered, “That definitely won’t make you smile”
The guitarist later turned up in non-fiction
He said, “For me, books just never cut it, so I stuck with my predilection”
“She’s my mom,” he said, nodding to the librarian now at her desk
He said, “She never lets me out of her sight, so I guess playing here is my right”
Unbeknownst to us, the woman was watching
Some years back she’d turn to reading people
As I checked out, she looked me in the eye and said, “Enjoy your non-fiction. The whole world is rotting”
Then she went back to what she’d been sitting there typing

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