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When I go to the garden to weed, I head straight for the pesky dandelions, the tenacious goutweed, the strong-willed plantains. I know what to pull, and I have no qualms. When I go to the shelves of the library, the weeds are a bit trickier. Some are easy to spot — those books with covers from the 80’s that haven’t checked out in years, the tattered covers that yell “Please, get me out of here!”, the series that you’ve never heard of, and apparently, neither have the kids who browse. Some are harder, like the Mildred Taylor book you read long ago and just know someone would appreciate, or the Mollie Hunter book that now lies on your desk, to take home and devour. This time I’m being ruthless. If it hasn’t checked out in 3 years, it is Off The Island. Some things have surprised me, though. Sweet...