Librarians love challenges-we’re all matchmakers, deep down-and I’d obsessed over my selection for days. They discouraged “excessive violent and sexual content,” but happily posed no real censorship threat. I’d read the prison’s guidelines, and they were fairly liberal. Something roughly suited to men with grossly adult problems but teenagers’ reading comprehension, and which also met the standards of both the ALA and Cousins.

I’d been encouraged to pick a story that would speak to the inmates’ struggles, but not enflame them. But even I could tell, there wasn’t much equipment on hand at Cousins promoting the latter.Īfter lunch came Book Discussion-the only session I was actually looking forward to.

Years with nothing to do but ward off the boredom by building your muscles, maybe your mind. The men loitered, worked out on push-up and chin-up bars, played shirts versus skins on the cracked, one-hoop basketball court. I ate without tasting, standing at the window that overlooked the exercise yard. “Lucky me.” I dumped two packets of instant oatmeal in a mug and nuked it in the microwave. “They get restless between lunch and dinner,” Leland told me in the staff break room. OL21164390W Page_number_confidence 96.91 Pages 358 Partner Innodata Pdf_module_version 0.0.18 Ppi 360 Rcs_key 24143 Republisher_date 20220328162550 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 364 Scandate 20220326194709 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9780349406190 Tts_version 4.The morning Resources session wasn’t too crazy, but I’d been told the afternoon one was far more popular.

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