Although my list of books to read seems to get longer and longer, once in a while I try to break from my reading list and read something I’ve never heard of from an author I’ve never heard of. When I was offered the opportunity to review Diary of a Library Nerd by Kyoko Church with the promise that it was erotic and contained themes of dominance and submission, my interest was piqued. The book was also described as “Part ‘Bridget Jones’ and part ‘Delta of Venus’ and illustrated in the style of a “real life” diary.”
Well, I never read Bridget Jones, Delta of Venus nor do I draw in my diary. That just made the story unique from the start. Frankly though, the story is pretty damn unique anyway. I don’t want to give too much away, but it is not your typical: girl meets boy, boy and girl have fight and make up so they can live happily ever after story plot. It fit’s more into the “it’s always the quiet ones…” As the title might lead you to believe, the protagonist is a Librarian and by a series of events meets a man and finds herself in a very complicated set of relationships. Just like real life, complicated is brings drama and well…
The book also comes with illustrations by Vanity Chase and they bring the book to a different level, now you have an image of some of the smutty scenes. I’ve never read a novel with pictures, or “illustrations,” but it was interesting how they work within a novel, sometimes in place of describing a scene and other times enhancing a scene. Either way, I enjoyed having them, and then showing a couple to Mags to pique her interest in the book.
Description from the Publisher:
Diary of a Library Nerd is a work of realistic fiction, written and illustrated as a sexy, personal real-life diary.
An Erotic Diary of One Woman’s Metamorphosis
That’s what this will be. A safe haven.
A place for no holds barred ranting.
A place for secrets. And drawing. Even if it’s bad. Even if it’s wrong.
No one will see here. No one will see this.
This is just for me.
Charlotte has secrets.
Charlotte Campbell no longer recognizes her life. Once a shy, married librarian, she now finds herself jilted, holed up in her deceased father’s run down cottage, and demoted to working in ‘The Dungeon’ with only an automated book sorter for company.
Then there’s the drawings she does. They are not what her work colleagues might expect. And there’s Nathan, a young patron at the library—the reason for her demotion and the inspiration for her art.
When Nathan’s emails reveal a startling truth, Charlotte discovers a new dimension of her sexuality. But unsettling dreams from her past continue to plague her and Charlotte is eventually forced to confront her most deeply rooted fears.
Part Bridget Jones’ Diary and part Story of O, Diary of a Library Nerd is the Wimpy Kid for adults. Compelling, erotic and accompanied by the drawings from Charlotte Campbell’s very grown-up mind, this private memoir of exploration and discovery is not to be missed!
Extract from the book:
Current state of affairs in the life of Charlotte Campbell (God, that sounds pompous … .)
Health: I’ve always got my health. (I sound like my grandma. Good to start on a high note, though.)
Best friend: The wonderful and ever supportive Delia, my BFF since we were six. (See? Things still okay.)
Creative endeavors: Er, sometimes I draw … stuff. (Moving on!)
Accommodation: Living in my dead father’s tiny rundown cottage where he used to come to write his sermons. (Hm, yes, this is where it starts going south.)
Employment: Dead end, repetitious, brainless, monotonous, soul destroying work under the supervision of a tyrannical porcine mutant masquerading as a library technician, the hopelessness of which makes me want to stick pins in a voodoo doll of … someone who shall remain nameless. (Yep. That about says it. Oh wait … .)
Relationship status: Alone. (And therein lies the rub.)
How did it come to this?
Pig Face is on the rampage again. As if it’s not demoralizing enough to be a grown woman with a tertiary level education whose sole job is to move books from one place to another, Pig Face has to elevate my misery by barking orders at me like I’m Joan Crawford and she’s Mommie Dearest.
I’m guessing the gimp she must have as a husband failed to get her off again last night since today she’s marching around here spewing her wretched bile, like a volcano of rage.
Every time I come back here you are scribbling in that book … or whatever it is you’re doing!
I could tell she’s been saving that one up awhile. She’s seen me back here ignoring Fritz and working in my sketch pad and she’s just been waiting for the time to unload. Yes, I’ve named the automated book sorter Fritz. It seems appropriate since he’s German engineered and always on the fritz. And yes, I am referring to an inanimate object as ‘he’. Another indication that keeping me shut away in the bowels of the library, aka The Dungeon, with only a sorter for company will one day steal my sanity. I’ll become like that woman who fell in love with the Eiffel Tower. One day Pig Face will come back here and find me making out with Fritz’s exception bin or humping his conveyor belt. They’ll have to cart me away, raving and mad, and when the poor sap they get to replace me asks why the position is vacant, people will say, “Oh, Charlotte had to go away for a while. We don’t talk about Charlotte.” To be fair, I know I shouldn’t be working on my sketches on the library’s dime. But I just get so bored. When all the holds are wrapped and everything’s checked in, what else can I do but doodle and …
Okay, here’s my secret. Well, one of them. A not-so-deep-dark one.
Sometimes I doodle sketches of what I think certain patrons might look like based on the holds that come in for them.
JOHANNESSON, HENRIETTA loves her romances. At least ten a week come in for her. The odd cookbook, too. About once a month she’ll get a different travel book and sometimes the cookbook theme ties in, like that time she ordered Japan by Rail and 100 Ramen Recipes. Somehow I don’t think she ever gets to any of the places she reads about.
Then there’s DOBSON, WILLIAM B. Ostensibly a man of the cloth is Mr. Dobson, mostly requesting non-fiction Christian works by theologians like Thomas Kellerman and C.S. Lewis, or books with titles like, In Defense of Marriage or God’s Plan: One Man, One Woman. But in the last couple of months other non-fic titles have crept in, How to Open Up Your Marriage and Sex at Dawn. I wonder if old William is merely researching other opinions or if he’s planning to spring a Newt Gingrich on the missus. Are all men cheating, lying bastards?
But perhaps that’s my skeptical, marriage and religion-weary taint on things. Then of course there is CURTIS, NATHAN P.
Oh, Nathan … .
That’s how I ended up here in the first place.
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