comfort she'd take

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Actually the document has 160 pages, but that's because it's the end of a chapter and I don't know what the beginning of the next one is, so this is where I'm stopping for the night.

I worked at the library again today. It's easy when the folders are organized by subject and numbered; then I just have to whip through, type it up, and be done.

Even though I'm more of a rare books person than an archives person, I find the stories fascinating. Stories of people whose files I work on, whose reference questions I hear about.

One of the people whose papers I worked on today was Lillian Barrett, who died at 18 in 1921--after a poem of hers had been accepted by Harper's Magazine, but before it was published. She'd sent it to them as "L. Barrett", so the editor sent her a letter addressed to "Mr" asking if the poet's full first name could be published with the poem. Her parents wrote him a letter back saying she had died.

Books I got out of the library today: Holly Black's short story collection, The Poison Eaters, and Sarah Rees Brennan's The Demon's Lexicon. My library seems to have discovered the wonder that is Small Beer Press (etc), because when I got back this summer they had a bunch of their books. This can only be good, I think.