Rascal Library

From a friend of Rascal Library: 

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New sign for the children's area. 

For the record, I am in favor of keeping strange, stupid, weird, peculiar books with bad covers and always will be. 

My last post made me think of this story from the great collection The Girl In The Flammable Skirt. 

Good essay on what Cole Porter, Sade, and Terence Trent D'Arby used to sing about: "Porn books and librarians have always had a passionate, mutually defining relationship—it was, in fact, a prudish French librarian in the early nineteenth century who coined the word pornography." 

At KidZania, a global theme-park chain, kids pretend to have grownup jobs, from dentist to factory worker. Rebecca Mead reports.

Read this, put away those crafts and crayons, and bring out your hammers, nails, pieces of wood, and rope:

The pale boy with unfortunate Prince Valiant bangs and cublike mannerisms hulked to the mudroom closet and requisitioned Dad’s white coat. Then requisitioned the boots he’d spray-painted white. Painting the pellet gun white had been a no. That was a gift from Aunt Chloe. Every time she came over he had to haul it out so she could make a big stink about the woodgrain.