My expectation of this book was that it would mainly included public masturbation. I've known a few librarians. 
 Instead, there's tiny bits of a brilliant memoir poking out behind some very forgettable jokes. 
 Having just finished it, I can't remember anything really funny. The thing is, wherever Sheridan tries to hit an emotional note, she hits it hard. I can't recall the first half of the book, but I'll never forget the one page anecdote about the little girl at the Banned Books stand. The last chapter is the dramatic stories of positive patron interactions, and they're all compelling. 
 Wait, I just remembered: the one patron that Sheridan focuses on. When she tells a long story about her relationship with one patron, it shines. 
 I think Sheridan might shine better with a longer style, something with a more traditional format on her life behind the desk. I'd be first in line to get it. 
 Than again, this reads fast. If it's in your library, it's not a bad check out.