The Slow Wave

Kindle Unlimited is offering two free months of unlimited ebooks. As a trial. Which will then become a paid subscription.

Your local library is offering unlimited ebooks all the time. Forever. No contracts, no predatory practices, no tracking of how long you spend on each particular page in the hopes that information about your habits can be sold for a profit.

a Magical Place and You

Should Fucking Go There

(Several years ago me struggling not to have a mental breakdown at this news because I did not have $20 for food, much less for a library fine, and I had a hunch the books I held in my hand would help me figure out how to fix my failing business.)

Me: “I’m-- I don’t have it, I’m so sorry, I’ll put these back--”

(click click click keyboard click click click)

Librarian: “No worries, I’ve removed the fine. You can check those books out now.”

Me, sotto voce: “I will remember this to my dying day. I will spend the rest of my life advocating libraries.”

This was many, many years ago.

I fixed my business, I got my life in order (financially speaking anyway, laugh, I’m still a rambling fool what with the gay monsters and queer ghosts and weird job and what-not)

Beyond books, your local library (probably) has a lot of programs on financial literacy, filing taxes, reading programs if you have kids, sometimes they have “makers labs” with 3-D printers, etc.

CDs. DVDs. Audiobooks. Language labs.

So many things.

“Hi,” i say.  He smiles. “Hi.” And then i kiss him for real, and he kisses me back, and his hands fist my hair. And we’re kissing like it’s breathing. My stomach flutters wildly. And somehow we end up horizontal, his hands curved up around my back. “I like this,” i say, and my voice comes out breathless. “We should do this. Every day.” “Okay.” “Let’s never do anything else. No school. No meals. No homework.” “I was going to ask you to see a movie,” he says, smiling. When he smiles, i smile.