My job, it rocks!

It is a little weird to me that I should have found my calling working at the library. As a kid, librarian as an occupation never occurred to me. But looking at my past and at who I am it isn't that weird at all. My favorite gifts are books and one of my favorite pastime was and is reading.

I come from a culture that loves both the spoken and the written word. Growing up, books were almost sacred. Everyone has a bookshelf in Iceland, actually the same can be said about most of Scandinavia (ever take a look at an IKEA catalog? Bookshelves. Bookshelves everywhere). When you give someone a book for Christmas it means you really like them, cause those suckers ain't cheap and you have to put some thought into the process of book giving. So, not strange at all that I ended up in the library.

People who work at a library are a bunch of weird, intelligent, and wonderful people, who are excited about strange things like media drawers, the smell of a new book, and the reference section. They will giggle with you over the horrible book cover design and cry with you over the end of your favorite book or the death of your favorite character. They are creative, artistic, eccentric and a little bit crazy. They work hard on putting on amazing educational and fun programsn and they read a ton of book every year just so they can make recommendations to their patrons. They sing, they dance, they write books. I am so lucky to be surrounded by such talent and awesomeness.

*Fun fact: I read a statistic that said that in the city of Reykjavik, pop. 200,000, the public/city library has a circulation number of 1.2 million. That means 100,000 books get checked out and read EVERY MONTH.

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