I love my library. Where other people might go shopping for the art of the hunt, I treasure hunt at my library. And I always walk out with a giant bag of books, like a hungry man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
I was lucky enough to grow up in a house full of books, and with parents who would take me to the library on Monday evenings. I discovered Agatha Christie while roaming there, and was taught that if you want to learn something new, you get a book--whether you're writing a book report or want to learn a new craft. Libraries are my favorite places.
Ah, nostalgia. If you're up for some more, check out this article in the Guardian on libraries in the movies. It was a fun trip down movie memory lane for me.
How about you? What's your library story?
We had a tiny little library in my home town, right next to the butcher shop. Mrs. Becker was the only librarian. Her sons Larry and Henry were in my class.
ReplyDeleteI almost lived there on Saturday's and over the summer. I'd just wander up and down the handful of aisles, picking books by their titles or covers (I still do that).
That's a cool memory, Deb. Funny how libraries can shape our lives, at least a little bit.
ReplyDeleteI look for titles and covers too.