Years later I found myself in graduate library school, planning on specializing in academic libraries. I got an assistantship in the department, and met the second librarian that shaped my life. She'd been an army librarian before becoming a professor of children's literature. My job as Margaret's assistant consisted, among other, less important things, of pulling books for her classes. I pulled truckloads of them.
Academic libraries are borin'.
You are a children's librarian, if not born then bred. My fate was sealed in that tiny office in the Genesee Valley. It was Margaret that first introduced me to storytelling, and, when I was nearly crippled by stage fright, it was Margaret that told me it was the story that mattered, not the teller. If you know the story well enough, the rest will take care of itself. It's the story that matters, not the teller.