Monday, March 28, 2011
I have always loved the library.
As a child, my worst punishment was not being allowed to read.
In middle school, I worked as a "teen volunteer" at the library each summer.
And from 1999 to 2007, I had the great fortune to live in three different apartments that were all within walking distance of a library. It's pretty much the second most important thing about a dwelling, to me. Right after running water.
You see, the library is closed on Mondays. When I get there, I knock on the back door and one of the librarians comes and lets me in. It's a lot like being in a secret club.
I wheel cart after cart out to the stacks and straighten up each row as I go. It is so quiet and I can think about whatever I want while I'm working. Or sometimes I hum a little, to myself.
I judge books by their cover). And when I find things that I want to take home, I just start a pile and check it all out before I leave. A whole pile of magazines and books and movies that I get to take home. For free.
I love the library.