New Librarian: Are you sure you need that stack of books that's taller than you?
First Grader Me: Yup.
New Librarian: Are you going to read them all in one month?
Me: I'll see you in a week.
|This isn't me. But she is cute.|
Back then the library wasn't connected to other libraries in the area, so I did a lot of rereading as well. I didn't discriminate, either: Goosebumps, Nancy Drew, E.B. White, Roald Dahl, Tamora Pierce, the Hardy Boys, Garfield, Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman...all of them found a way into my plastic bags (those have handles! For carrying on a bike!). I wish I'd kept a journal of everything I read--I remember some books as a feeling, sort of, like the picture book about a cat with a witch's hat that I can't seem to find anywhere (I swear it was called Witch Cat). But I'm glad I had that library. I needed my book fix, and I could always go there to get it.
Now I live near many wonderful libraries. The Salt Lake City Public Library is awesome--it has glass elevators (they're fun to go down in!), and playrooms downstairs that remind me of a tree house and Superman's Fortress of Solitude, respectively, a Half Life 2-esque parking garage, a garden on the ceiling...and lots of books, too! Here's a picture:
And on the inside:
Trust me. It's homier than it looks, and at this angle all the books are behind you--so you can't even see the best part!
I still check out thirty books at a time (I accrued quite a late fee after having Ninja last summer), but I've sort of grown into the stacks. Someday, I'd love to travel and gather piles of books from a whole bunch of libraries. In honor of that, here's my favorite picture of a library I've found:
|This is the St. Abbey Library in Switzerland. Don't the ghostly people look cool? And those shelves, and those books...!|