Recently I had the thought “I should change careers and become a children’s book librarian” — an idea so out of left field I knew it had been planted there by an algorithm.
Maybe this is the reason I don’t find social media as stressful as a lot of people do: pictures from children’s books appear on my feed constantly; nostalgic scans of Strega Nona and Lowly Worm tucked between luxury vacations I’ll never be able to take and bitter debates about politics and side parts. As I considered whether I actually want to be a children’s librarian, I thought about the wildly popular Richard Scarry meme pages Instagram keeps insisting I’ll like. The vintage picture book account with 100k+ followers. I thought about the Miffy lamp in the impeccably stylish house we rented in London a few years ago. I thought about how 99% of my friends have a “Where the Wild Things Are” tattoo1 and the ads I keep seeing for brand collaborations with children’s book characters (Rowing Blazers x Babar! Uniqlo x Snoopy!) I thought about how Taylor Sterling (former editor of The Glitter Guide) has pivoted to children’s literature (her Substack
is so good). And last week I started reading the latest Emily Henry romcom and lo and behold, her main character is a children’s book librarian.I am once again left wondering: do I actually like this? Or are my proverbial antennae picking up on the fact that (listens in on earpiece, nods) Snoopy has entered the zeitgeist?
Look, the answer here is probably yes, I do like these things. I obviously love books. I love reading to my daughter. Richard Scarry’s Busy Town breakfast has been ruining all other breakfasts for me since circa 1989.2 I keep buying Illustoria magazine even though the person I think it’s intended for (my daughter) isn’t interested. The item of clothing I wear the most is probably this oversize sweatshirt from my local children’s bookstore.
But to consider a career change to the LIBRARY SCIENCES? I took a required library sciences class in college. I hated it. To entertain the idea of going back to school and taking more of those classes? On purpose? That is not an idea I would have had in a vacuum.
So, why picture books? Why now? Is it nostalgia? Are we seeking comfort as the world burns? Or is this — the need to do something with all of those picture books I’ve memorized; the innate desire to lead a story time — a rite of passage that happens to every parent after they’ve completed the “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom” to “Judy Blume novel that mentions periods” spectrum of reading aloud to their kids?
One of our generation’s great thinkers
wrote about our tendency to think that the trend we’re currently in the middle of will be timeless. Along those lines, every time I find myself tempted by the vintage kidlit trend (like buying a Babar suit or a $230 Snoopy hoodie or a masters degree in library sciences) I think about 1996-1997, when I was in middle school and Garfield, Tweety Bird, and Winnie the Pooh were the vibe for both hip tweens like myself and adults. The women buying these (ugly, I’m sorry!!) denim embroidered Winnie the Pooh dresses surely thought they were timeless (and maybe they were, considering how many I found on depop and tiktok during this Research3.)Anyway. If you see me wearing a $115 Miffy hat anytime soon, pretend you never read this 🫡4
i’m exaggerating, but what if this were true??
MY KINGDOM FOR THAT STACK OF PANCAKES
i trust you know that when i capitalized the word “research” i mean the 4 minutes I spent searching
it’s cheaper than going to library school.
Owen loves reading snoopy and has watched all the movies/shows we can find on AppleTV. The thing I'm now realizing is that all the children in those books are horrible. They call each other stupid and idiots all the time. But on the other hand Owen now knows who Tolstoy is, so I guess it's okay?
DONT DO IT, BUY THE HAT INSTEAD! This was a refreshing take on the "I love books = I should be a librarian". In the end, it's just a job and probably not a job worth going into extra debt for. Here is a more accurate depiction of librarian life: