Yesterday was a long, tiring day at the library. Summer is in full swing and I was having a really busy day. Around 4 o’clock or so, a second grade regular came up to me and asked me to find her some books from her summer reading list. As I said, she is a regular, so we’ve done this multiple times. Every time I pull books for her, she asks if there are any “longer” books she could take instead. I explain that everything on the second grade list is pretty much the same level, so the book in her hand was the longest book she’d be able to get. Still not satisfied this time, she asks for other, longer books. I brought her into the Fiction section to show her that most of the books there (typically 4-6th grade level) would probably be a little too long. She’s persistent, though, so she asked me for “books about summer that are longer.” So, I looked some up and pulled out a selection of four. None of which she wanted. So I said, “Okay, well, these are the longer books if you want to browse through them and find something you like.” A few minutes later, she came up to my desk and said, quote, “Um, do you have any books that are longer, but shorter…but longer?”
It’s hard to find words to explain how questions like this make me feel. Luckily, it is illustrated perfectly by one Mr. Sideshow Bob.