There is a great library website dedicated to weeding out books that are - well, horrible is a word, though the one the site uses is Awful, as in,
Awful Library Books. My boss loves this site, and as we pull
beauties from our shelves she encourages us to see if they're already listed at ALB. This isn't about hahaha how funny people were back in the days of
macrame and
bell-bottoms, it's about having a curated collection as opposed to just a shit-ton of books that seemed to have been donated when you clear out your ninety year-old aunt's place after she's gone to join Uncle Pete in the afterlife.
Which is, in many ways, exactly what our collection is like. We're working on it. I am not good at spending money on new books, because after carting away book truck after book truck of things that haven't been checked out in ten years (or at all - there is a perfectly good knitting book that I'm getting rid of because it's dated, but it was never checked out. I think it's because no one could have found it in the midst of the jumble that was that section. But I think you can see why I'm reticent with the wallet.
So while going through the craft section I was thrilled and horrified to find a title that got worse and worse and worse with each page. I didn't see it at Awful Library Books, and my boss (after finding an even worse page) handed it back to me saying to take pictures and send them off to ALB pronto.
ALB's response was to say they'd fast-track it. Apparently there's quite a backlog. Still, it was a month ago that I sent it... but my wait is over!
Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you
Aboriginal Arts and Crafts, the last word in omgican'tbelievetheysaidthat.