A few weeks ago, my wise sister Merrick decided to take my advice and read The Hunger Games.
Sadly, Merrick lives in Provo, where the public library appears to be frequented by nothing but crazed YA readers. I'd noticed the same thing when I lived there while I attended BYU and was placing items on hold so frequently that I memorized my library card number. When Merrick placed a hold for The Hunger Games, she was number 85 in line. THAT is crazy.
I somehow had the good fortunate to live only a few blocks away from a library that has both a very good teen collection and an apparently small YA reader group, leaving me the leading role of crazed YA reader.
I looked, just now, and saw that The Hunger Games has one request.
Graceling, which had 30 holds on it in Provo, has none at my library. None.
The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks has 11 requests in Provo. It has none at my library.
Twilight has three holds here (and eight copies), while there are five requests for it in Provo, even with 25 copies (and that doesn't include the two complete book club sets of it they own too). Fortunately I'll never have any need to check Twilight out of the public library, since Ralphie is my own personal Stephenie Meyer library.
Ah, it's good to live here.
This post also probably assures me a library in Boston with no teen collection whatsoever. Or waits of over a year to get any book ever. Or, you know, a CHARGE to even get on the wait list.