Lost in the Stacks: People Who Eat Darkness
It was every parent’s worst nightmare: a desperate phone call from a foreign country with the news that your beloved daughter has gone missing.
As a Collection Development Professional, Julie selects some of the nonfiction books and audiobooks to add to the adult collection. She enjoys reading and sharing the "hidden gems" she finds in the nonfiction stacks.
Contact Julie at jnelson@tscpl.org
It was every parent’s worst nightmare: a desperate phone call from a foreign country with the news that your beloved daughter has gone missing.
Yes, it was surreal to be smuggling Juicy Fruit gum to your incarcerated, deaf father.
A bubbly journey through the friendly skies above and crashpads below, Cruising Attitude by Heather Poole delights the reader with funny, charming, outrageous anecdotes about life as a flight attendant.
It was bad enough having to polish every shoe in the house – but iron the shoelaces? It was true, then, a kitchen maid really was the lowest of the low.
As young Mary Johnson stared at the cover of Time magazine featuring the loving eyes and wizened face of Mother Teresa, she knew her calling: to become a Missionary of Charity.
Sure there was a corpse in the back of the hearse, but that didn’t stop Monica and Julie from joyriding down Main Street.
They come in thousands, these girls from rural China, teenagers and young adults, alone or in groups, they flock to the booming South China city Dongguan. Here they make handbags, athletic shoes, rubber parts and electronics for eleven hours a day and, if a girl is lucky, Sunday off, in the endless factories that comprise [...]
9:04 a.m., December 6, 1917, Halifax, Nova Scotia: clocks would stop; glass would shatter; thousands would be homeless; bodies – smashed, burned, bloodied – would stack up; a city would never be the same.
A prison sentence transformed Neil White’s life forever, but it took a group of outcasts to show him the way.
Some people might see life in a tiny village, in the family home, in an iron lung, the ultimate confinement. Some might consider being fed and bathed and totally dependent on others no life at all –Martha Mason disagrees.
Oh those madcap Jazz Age writers! The insults fly, the gin flows and the quips are unending as Marion Meade takes you on a boisterous romp through the 1920s.