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Library Dares Suggest Adults Read Books for 'Fun,' Local Mom Outraged

In a shocking turn of events, the Pflugerville Public Library has suggested that adults—yes, *adults*—might want to read books for *fun*. Heather Worthington investigates this outrageous assault on our busy, screen-addled lives.

Heather Worthington

By Heather Worthington

Published July 3, 2025 at 6:44pm


Oh, the horror. The absolute travesty of it all. The Pflugerville Public Library has the audacity to suggest that adults—yes, adults—should read books for fun. What’s next? Encouraging us to enjoy things? To relax? To unwind without a glass of wine in one hand and a passive-aggressive Nextdoor post in the other? Preposterous.

Let’s be real. If we wanted to read, we’d already be doing it between scrolling Instagram reels of dogs wearing sunglasses and drafting strongly worded emails to the HOA about the unacceptable height of the Johnsons’ hedges. But no, the library insists on tempting us with their free books, their helpful librarians, and their comfortable chairs. How dare they assume we have the mental bandwidth to process words longer than a tweet?

And don’t even get me started on their displays. Curated? By librarians? Please. The only curation I trust is the algorithm that serves me targeted ads for overpriced leggings. If I wanted to discover a book, I’d wait for Reese Witherspoon to slap her book club sticker on it and call it a day.

But the real kicker? The reading challenges. Oh, sure, because nothing says relaxation like a deadline. “Read three books by Labor Day and win a tote bag!” Excuse me, but my tote bag collection is already overflowing from the ones I guiltily accepted at charity galas I only attended for the free champagne.

Look, I get it. Reading is supposed to be enjoyable. But between carpool, Pilates, and maintaining the illusion that my children are well-adjusted, who has the time? If the library really wanted to help, they’d offer a Skip the Book, Just Give Me the SparkNotes program. Now that’s a public service.

Until then, I’ll be in the self-checkout line, glaring at the New Releases shelf like it personally offended me. Because if there’s one thing I will read, it’s the fine print on my property tax bill—and you can bet I’ll be emailing the city manager about that.