Weird looks from the librarian

I've always loved to read, and summer is the time I love the most because I have bountiful amounts of time to lay down and read a book cover to cover. I have a varied taste in books, I read a little bit of everything (except super fantasy stuff or science fiction, ain't nobody got time for that!) I recently decided (as in about 3:00 this afternoon) that I was going to dig a trench in my personal reading quest and read a bunch of classic novels by great authors. I'm talking Steinbeck. Dickens. Austen. The Bronte sisters. The whole shebang. Of course, to counteract these heavy classic novels, I also need some fun, young adult novels. I cannot explain why, but I have recently gotten hooked into a young adult series entitled "Private" by Kate Brian. Set in a posh New England academy type high school with rich girls, one scholarship student pushing her way to the top, and sex, booze, and rock and roll (okay, I was kidding about the rock and roll, but there is drug use, so in an indirect way I guess it could be rock and roll, but I digress), this book literally SCREAMS teeny bopper thirteen year old who is trying to pretend she is a lot older than she really is. I'm almost ashamed to admit that I have the first 6 books in less than a week, just like I'm ashamed to admit that I've read all the Gossip Girl novels and the Twilight novels multiple times. I mean, I am supposed to be a SMART girl who thrives for literature, and last time I checked, Stephanie Meyer or Gossip Girl were not on the lists of Great American novels, but again I digress. But whatever the circumstances are, I cannot stop reading these books. So today, I went to the library after getting home from babysitting to check out some new books since I had finished all the other ones I checked out late last week. I ran (figuratively) to check out the next 6 books in the Private series (just reading this is pathetic :P), perused the young adult section and found a few books, and then went for the classics. Let me tell you, I have never gotten a look as weird as I did today from the library when she saw my pile that contained 6 of those teeny bopper novels, East of Eden by Steinbeck, Oliver Twist by Dickens, Dr. Zhivago, and two pathetic young adult books.