Yesterday at work, the Reference Librarian, Amy (who is also my very good friend) came to me to express her frustration about the over-crowding of the fiction shelves. I ventured out into the fiction section of the library and saw that she was right. The shelves are very full, particularly in the Ks and Ls. It’s hard to believe that this 25,000 square foot library doesn’t have enough book shelves, but it’s true.
The thing is, there’s lot of empty book shelves upstairs, where we shelve the nonfiction. So we started taking a look at the varoius collections we have downstairs and discussing the option of moving something upstairs. I told Amy, “It’s good marketing. Just like the grocery stores putting the bread and milk in the back section of the stores, this will force our patrons to venture into other sections of the library.” Large Print would be the logical set of books to move since it’s a smallish size collection but would still free up enough room to really make a difference in the fiction section. But the thing is, it’s mostly older people reading large print and I don’t necessarily want to make them trek through the entire library to get to the stuff they want. Marketing or not, they would complain and they already complain enough – remind me to tell you the story of the flu shot clinic sometime. The mystery collection is too large to fit upstairs and the science fiction and fantasy collections are too small to make a difference.
Amy and I looked at each other and sighed, realizing that moving a collection really wasn’t a possibility after all.
And then, it came to me. I looked at Amy and said, “I’ve got it! Just don’t buy books written by authors with last names that begin with K and L.”
Problem solved. But don’t be looking over here for the latest Stephen King book.