Why hello there, library. I love you.
When I was a kid we spent many, many hours in our tiny library in Holliston--my mom, my sister, and I. In college I worked at UVM's library, stacking books, working at the front desk and in periodicals. I would get lost in the stacks--inhaling the books and going from art to poetry to geography all in 3-hours time. I used to dream of spending the night there.
Then we took a break from each other.
But now we're back. The library is the place I go with my kids. We spend many, many hours there, my daughters and I. But sometimes it's just the two of us...on the computer. Ooo, I want to read that book. Hold. Hold. Hold. I find it absolutely thrilling when the holds come in.
Here's to you, library. You just keep giving.
3 comments:
well said, theresa. you're a great writer. i loved reading this.
Wonderful, Theresa! Really, there is something enchanting about the library. Anything is possible with so many pages of adventure waiting. Love!
Well said, Theresa!! I LOVE the library - except when the book I'm reading (Wicked) is due, and I cannot renew because it is on HOLD (could it be someone amongst us holding it??)!
No, really, I didn't develop a good relationship with libraries as a child. Our school librarian was a witch. Really, I think she was! She scared me! Luckily, the librarian at my little local Edgewater branch library is super-friendly, and shares my love for Neil Gaiman, so I've re-acquainted myself with the beauty.
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