Yeah, at 14, that was a bit much. Especially once I knew my Dad had read it. :laughing:

No book at all. :( (Seriously, when I was a kid, they wouldn’t buy me books because “That’s not a present!”. Now that I’m an adult with grown kids, it’s “You work in a library, you don’t need it!” :stomps foot in temper:)

I did get an inappropriate book for Christmas when I was 14 - my Dad bought me a Robert Heinlein box set (great!), which included “Stranger in a Strange Land” (awesome), and a book which included some of his more sexually-charged works. One featured incest! My dad eventually read them all, and I got a cryptic “If you read something you don’t understand, you come ask me, ok?” When I got to that book, I was horrified, paralyzed by the knowledge that my DAD knew exactly what I was reading. :laughing:

Honestly, maybe ditch “meaningful” for fun, exciting, or thrilling? When I was 12, I was into Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie. When I was nine, I was into Madeline L’Engle and Jules Verne. Try Percy Jackson (“The Lightning Thief”), the Faerie novels by Catherynne Valente (“The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making”), Holly Black (“Doll Bones”), Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising series (“Over Sea, Under Stone”).

“Jennifer, Hecate, MacBeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth” by E.L. Konigsburg

…why would they disrupt weekend hours instead of the slow-day hours? At my library, it wouldn’t matter if we were down to two people and a prayer, we’d still be open on Saturdays. (:looks back to that one year everybody was out with the flu & there were two of us to cover the entire Saturday shift alone: :shivers:)