Last week I had to go to the Donnell Children’s Room to read a book for my materials for children class. It’s a somewhat controversial book, and there’s a copy in the non-circulating reference part of the main children’s room. I admit, on the bus ride over it did occur to me that I might see the librarian that writes Fuse #8, a blog I read almost daily. I tried not to get too excited because I tried to find her the last time I was at that branch to get my annual flu shot with no luck, but still, I thought, it was possible, I just might see her.
I do have an obsessive tendency, as you all know, but let me explain that this young woman and I are meant to be friends. Not only do I enjoy her blog, and agree with a lot of what she says, I actually started reading her Amazon reviews last year, and realized they were written by the same person as this blog only a few months after I started following it. She’s a children’s librarian in the most important children’s room in the world! So yes, I am a stalker, but a friendly one.
Anyhoo, back to my story, I got to Donnell and went up to the research area of the children’s room, planning on getting the book and reading it as quickly as possible and dashing back to work because I was trying to do all of this on my lunch hour. I had looked up the call number ahead of time, so it should have been simple, right? Wrong. It wasn’t there. I thought it possible the book was pulled for some sort of autumnal, Thanksgiving display since it’s about, what are we supposed to say now, Native Americans? So I was forced to do what I never want to do, ask someone. I had to read that book!
I approached the reference desk with slight trepidation, and a little excitement. “It could be her, what if it’s her?” (I don’t know exactly what Fuse 8 looks like do to her wise decision to only partially reveal her face in her blog photo) How would I know for sure? Would she recognize me? (she once visited and even commented on my humble blog!) No, that’s silly. I asked my question, offered my post-it with my call number scrawled upon it, and held my breathe. The librarian stood up and said, “ah yes, this book may be on an alternate shelf due to it’s size,” and then led me back to the reference section, and in two shakes the needed book was in my hand. I smiled, thanked her, and slunk over to the nearest table to get down to business. But first, a little reflection. She had short hair like Fuse #8, she was smart like Fuse #8, but her voice was lower than I had imagined; I hadn’t been able to glimpse at the employee tag, so how could I know for sure?
I read my book, replaced it (making doubly sure to shelf it correctly-didn’t want to embarrass myself), and went to wait for the elevator. While I waited, I listened to the reference librarian help someone find age appropriate books for her daughter. I was 97% sure it was her.
Back at my home library, I pondered on the question further. I thought I had talked to THE Fuse #8, and it was quite a thrill, but I needed to know for sure. Inspiration struck! I remembered that there was an NPR interview link on her website that I had yet to listen to. I could voice verify! I went to the blog, clicked the link, and there it was, the same voice that had helped me an hour before!
Now, you may ask why I did not simply ask the librarian if she was Fuse #8, tell her I enjoyed her blog, bond over both being NYPL employees, try to chat her up about kids lit, etc. To that I say, ha! You know me not at all. I don’t speak to celebrities, I merely stalk, stare, and blog about them.
And if, by some fluke Fuse #8 revisits this blog and sees this extremely embarrassing post about my stalking her, I say to her, “I’m harmless, really! And I really like your blog.”