The other day, Edith saw me re-shelving some YA Sci-Fi fantasy, not knowing if it belonged in YA or Sci-Fi or fantasy, and when I landed with YA she shook her head and made a disapproving ‘mmm’ noise, before turning to the two other workers there and whispering something. I don’t enjoy jumping to conclusions, but I imagine the conversation was something like Flora is stupid. What a loser. I moved the book back to fantasy immediately.
