When I was twenty-four years old, I was giving my grandmother a tour of my law school on the eve of graduation. Like most Ivy League schools, it had an impressive library of law books housed in a soaring gothic tower. As I stood there in my midriff tee and booty shorts, my grandmother’s eyes traced the stacks of books, tearing up.
An Ode to Librarians: Books Saved My Life
An Ode to Librarians: Books Saved My Life
An Ode to Librarians: Books Saved My Life
When I was twenty-four years old, I was giving my grandmother a tour of my law school on the eve of graduation. Like most Ivy League schools, it had an impressive library of law books housed in a soaring gothic tower. As I stood there in my midriff tee and booty shorts, my grandmother’s eyes traced the stacks of books, tearing up.