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Joy Llewellyn's avatar

Until i was 17, I spent months every year in an isolated, fly-in only fly-fishing tourist camp in northern Canada that my parents owned. No electricity or flush toilets but, with every bi-monthly bush plane that brought in new fishermen and took out departing guests was a brown box from the Montreal library with 12 new books, three each for my parents and me and my brother. That box of books was a lifeline to the outside world. I quickly read my three books and moved on to my brother’s and parent’s—in hind-site I probably read what would be considered age inappropriate books at times. 😀 I can’t think of a more fulfilling life than working in a library. The next time around, maybe. This was a fun post to read, thanks!

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Sarah Farley's avatar

Wow! What an experience. A flying library! It sounds really exciting but I imagine you have to think really carefully about the three books you choose each time. Although perhaps you appreciate the books more as they’re so precious.

Thanks so much for sharing this, Joy. I feel like there’s a reading/writing exercise here 🙃

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