We’re both readers. When I was young, my mom always knew she could find me with my ‘nose in a book.’ And my husband – definitely a bookworm when he was a kid. He still has his classic comics stashed away to prove it. The shelves in our home sport way more books than knickknacks and I’m pretty certain boxes of various volumes we own are stored in our basement.
We do read a lot on our Kindle but both of us would rather roam through the stacks of books in a public library in search of a good read. I like turning the actual pages of a book in my hands and checking one out knowing I have a deadline to finish it by.
Libraries have always been one of my favorite places. I like the quietness and hushed tones and the peace you find there. When I walk into one, I’m happy to meander up and down the aisles reading book titles, looking for my favorite authors, or totally branching out and trying a book from a writer I don’t recognize. My dream would be to start in the fiction section with the letter A and read as many volumes as I could all the way through to Z.
So a trip to the library a couple of Saturdays a month has become a kind of date for hubby and me.
And I’m thankful for this thing we have in common, for public libraries, and a big tote bag in which to bring home my finds. And the best part, it’s free.
“I have found the most valuable thing in my wallet is my library card.” –Laura Bush