Much like a vintage record store or a thrift shop, you never know what you’re gonna find deep in the dark recesses of the library stacks. Depending on where you’re looking, you might find gems like these. They’re like a time capsule to an era I don’t understand and I don’t think I want to.
I mean, there’s books here on the perils of being prepared for a public attack, to a book on how to knit cozies for your casseroles, to my personal favourite; a 70 page book on dust. On fucking dust.
What the hell were librarians thinking?