The woman at the London Public Library wore red.
She was supposed to attend another event that evening, but came to my book reading at the library, wearing her red shoes. It was a direct reference to a highly charged passage about red shoes in my book, A Good Home. It was also a sign of camaraderie and support to an author whom she’d never met.
She was not the only person who had already read the book. There were several in the room, including library professional Jacqui Denomme. Exactly one year before this event, Jacqui, who works with the London Public Library, read my short story (about two much-loved homes) in the Globe and Mail newspaper. She immediately wrote a letter of praise about the story to the editor. That letter was passed on to me.
Through the months leading up to the publication of A Good Home, Jacqui and I kept in touch by email. When the book was released, she was one of the first people to read it. She then showed it to her supervisor, Elizabeth Egleston.
I therefore should not have been surprised that the first library to order the book was the London Public Library.
“You’ve started a trend,” I told Jacqui and Elizabeth. “More and more libraries in Canada have now ordered copies of A Good Home.”
Libraries have meant a lot to me since childhood. And decades later, my local public library became one of the few places I visited repeatedly in the years after the car accident. At a time when I had difficulty walking, talking and when even trying to read a book gave me blinding headaches, the librarians there guided me to audio books.
When I started reading books again, they often helped me choose. Some days, when I stumbled into the library, mumbling incoherently, two librarians rushed to help me at once. And so, when A Good Home was finally published, my husband and I brought a copy of the book for each librarian, with heartfelt thank-you notes.
Knowing how much libraries had helped me, I wanted my book to be in libraries. With this strong desire, and my close connection to public libraries, I was thrilled when the invitation came from the London Public Library.
On September 25, my husband and I traveled to London for the reading at the Stoney Creek branch of the London Public Library. We met Jacqui and Elizabeth in person for the first time.
I started the session by reading the short story from the Globe that had started the connection between the LPL and me.
Just minutes earlier, Jean, an audience member, had stuck out her feet, clad in pretty red shoes for me and everyone else to see. Somehow, those red shoes and Jacqui’s warm introduction kicked off the event in just the right way.
It was a perfect evening.
My thanks to Jacqui and Elizabeth, to Jean (and her red shoes), and all the patrons and local residents who came out to meet me, buy my book, and hear me read.
The evening reinforced my impression that the best of these events are a true give-and-take between author and readers. It was a terrific discussion, and I appreciated both the laughter and the moving comments that were made about homes and family relationships.
p.s. If A Good Home isn’t in your local library, please ask the librarian to bring it in. I’ve found that libraries are very helpful in bringing in books for their patrons.
4 thoughts on “Red Shoes At The Library”
Librarians, like writers, are treasures. I want to give a shout out to the ladies and gentlemen librarians of the Wychwood Branch of the Toronto Public Library. Aways there, forever helpful, ever patient … with my most arcane requests. BTW, I now want gorgeous red shoes like the ones in this posting.
Marilyn: they are treasures indeed.
Glad you like the red shoes!!
I had to read this when I saw red shoes in the title. Love red shoes. 😀