So much shit happens to me in my bookstore and library job I feel like starting an entire tumblr for my shenanigans.
the argument “you don’t need kindle unlimited because library cards are free” only works for people who:
have the mobility, transportation, and free time to get to libraries
lack vision impairments such as poor eyesight/blindness/dyslexia that make E-books more convenient
prefer bestsellers touting an endless parade of cookie-cutter cishet white teenagers to specialized small press/indie books that represent their demographics (e.g, Shira Glassman’s Mango series about a Jewish lesbian princess of color with food allergies, who rides dragons and hangs out with badass lady knights)
live in towns with frequently updated, well-funded libraries
have people living with them who respect their privacy (“I googled every book you brought home. Did you know this is a gay book? Why are you reading a gay book with a rainbow on the cover?”)
Libraries are great, but they’re not always the ideal book-procuring method for everyone.
Volumes upon volumes of rope bondage, at least ten pages of actual smut, and the climax of this manga’s arc is a kiss between the main characters.
God I love this stupid manga.
Right? It just makes you want to scream in both agony and giddiness.