Changes
When a particular business library went through the process of renovation, the staff of the library faced a process of change too. The most obvious was managing the renovation work…
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What a Hiatus!
What? You think the old girl up and left? Not so. You can’t quite get rid of TNL. Not so soon. She would gladly tell you that she was pleasantly…
Continue readingPeople We Remember
Recently, TNL read in Straits Times that a certain Japanese MBA student was found killed at a back alley at Bukit Pasoh. Her heart skipped a beat when she read…
Continue readingMore Questions
Thanks, Rain, for commenting on TNL’s last post on questions. Here is one more. TNL had a perculiar week of students at different times asking questions that allude to one…
Continue readingWhat is the Easiest Question?
Librarians get a lot of questions. Most of the time, students want answers. Sometimes, they just want to make a point. So when TNL was asked recently, what is the easiest…
Continue readingSix-Dinner Sid by Inga Moore
TNL loves kiddy books. Especially when the story and illustrations are so good that they come together to give you such a pleasant, happy experience that either makes you chuckle…
Continue readingOh, Sweet, Sweet Silence…
TNL lost her voice. It may have been somewhere between Sentosa and Upper Bukit Timah. Very likely between Sunday afternoon and evening. And no, it wasn’t typically careless of her. She doesn’t quite…
Continue readingThe Riddle
The Sphinx gave us a riddle recently. Oh, pppleeasse…Give us a break, man/woman. And mind you, we did NOT google it. The riddle was part of our childhood when stories…
Continue readingHelping Out
TNL met up with a friend who left librarianship to become a monk. It had been more than a year since they last spoke due to him preparing himself for…
Continue readingRoom to Read
When you put a pic of a cool-looking dude distributing books to kids and match it with a headline that has “libraries” in it, you can be sure as getting…
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