There are few things I love more than searching through an old library. The smell of aged books, the camaraderie of a large group of people all trying to stay quiet for one another, and the endless supply of free material makes a library visit heavenly.
Luckily, our city library has over 20 branches, one of which is smack dab in the middle of our neighborhood. Within 10 minutes, I can walk to the library and eagerly enter my “happy place.”
Last week, somewhere between running errands and an ice-cold Cherry Limeade from Sonic, I swung into the library parking lot and ran in. I browsed the brochures and community advertisements, stared at the Summer Reading section for a while, and then slowly began walking through the aisles. I examined hundreds of books, picking up at least one per every dozen. Eventually I left with more than I had anticipated, but that’s the joy of a library. You can go overboard, take risks, and never pay a penny...
Here’s what I got:
These suckers aren’t due for 3 weeks and I’m in heaven. Every free second I get, I run to The Bean Trees and read, read, read. The faster I read, the sooner I find out what happens to Taylor Greer, (the story’s awesome protagonist), the sooner I get to begin and finish the next two, and the sooner I get to go back and start over.
Oh Mr. Library, you have my heart.