lofty company

My first trip to the Centennial Library in Hay River provided me a with a nice guffaw. On a rack, sat a book about a tool that I don't think really should have been in the company of its shelf-mates greats. Among the Beatles, Pavarottis, Buddy Hollys and Kurt Cobains, I found a book about... Clay Aitken???

One of these things just doesn't belong...

Really?

Actually, maybe it's not the only book that doesn't belong... and I guess I shouldn't be surprised, as this is definitely not the only spot where this is happening.

Although really, Clay Aitken on that shelf would be like a book about Herb Mathisen's bank account on the same shelf as literature on Warren Buffet, Jay-Z and... ah fuck, Clay Aitken.