(Pre-script: Here's a shocker: I love this book so much that I'm re-reading it again, which, except for 9 readings of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" as a youngster and another go at "The Great Gatsby" as an adult, pretty much never happens. Adoring review will be posted upon completion. God bless the librarians who write about librarians.)

The Aforementioned Adoring Review:

Shh. James and Peggy are talking. Be quiet and listen...
"And the other word?"
"Desiderata?" I let the word knock at my front teeth. That word was like toffee to me--I never thought of or missed it, but once tasted it became unspeakably delicious. "That word, it's the best thing I learned in library school. It means--well, it's sort of like, what's desired and required."
"Desired and required? Which?"
"Both," I told him. "Some things are both."

And, for me at least, this novel is one of those things. I am so unable to distance myself from my love of this book that I can't say for sure if anyone who doesn't also love libraries, who isn't also a reluctantly misanthropic spinster, would even like it. I am, though, fairly certain that if you read this you will have a deeper appreciation for any librarians with whom you cross paths. But there is much more to this "romance" than I let on here. Hey, go check it out yourself. You know, from the library.