“How I Met Julie Andrews” or “Braggy Braggy, Name Drop, Braggy”

Don’t say you weren’t warned.

I don’t want there to ever be a single day where I don’t realize how lucky New York City public librarians can be. Ours is a weird, privileged, one-of-a-kind world. When I moved to this city, I knew it believed itself to be the center of the universe and that by moving here I would slowly, over time, come around to its point of view. It also scared the crap out of me. My vision of NYC was formed by bad 80s films where you can’t walk the street without being mugged...