The book made me so angry that I actually went and threw it in the trunk of my car when I finished reading it, intending to sell it back to the used book store. Her all-time favorite book is one of my least favorite books I’ve ever read, one of less than half a dozen I hated enough to rate one-star on Goodreads. How wrong I was.Īnnie, the hilarious librarian who penned you, has radically different tastes in book than me. I was honestly kind of nervous to open you, because you looked so perfect on the surface that I was scared your beauty would turn out to be only skin deep. I’m a sucker for epistolary books as well as books about books, and libraries have always been my happy place, so you checked all kinds of boxes for me before I ever even cracked your cover. Your subtitle, A Librarian’s Love Letters and Break-Up Notes to the Books in her Life, was just such a perfect description of you. Some of your more disappointing compatriots will just have to move to the back so you can take centerstage. It’s crowded right now, but you deserve a place there. There’s this shelf in my study full of like-minded books who I’m sure would love to meet you. I borrowed you from the library, but I think I’m going to have to save up and buy a copy of you for myself, because you absolutely rock. You are witty and charming and irreverent, and I loved every second I spent with you. You are exactly what a book about books should be.

Should I? Shouldn’t I? I think I should.ĭear Dear Fahrenheit 451: Love and Heartbreak in the Stacks,

I’m so tempted to frame this review as a letter to the book in question. Dear Fahrenheit 451: Love and Heartbreak in the Stacks: A Librarian’s Love Letters and Breakup Notes to the Books in Her Life by Annie Spence

Dear fahrenheit 451