I remember when I discovered the public library. It was kind of unbelievable to me that anyone, even a little kid like me, could borrow books. There was no digital media in those olden days. They did have a sweet selection of posters that I could take home and hang in my room for a week or two. That seems a bit weird looking back.
As I got older, I read books less frequently and the books I did want to read I bought. This lead to shelves full of books that were read once, or in many cases, read not at all.
In my attempt to un-clutter my life, I started ridding myself of these neglected tomes. As the shelves started to empty, I encountered a dilemma. There was a book that I actually wanted to read. I thought for a moment about buying it. It’s so easy to do after all. It seemed that I was about to potentially undo all the good works that I had done. Then it hit me. Couldn’t I go to the library? It struck me as a bit old fashioned, and a bit nerdy even. What did I have to lose? I chose to give it a try.
As I entered the nearest library branch the woman behind the counter asked if she could help me. I told her that I would like I library card. The degree of excitement that she exhibited was a bit surprising. She was very excited.
Here’s what I discovered. The library is pretty cool. We can check availability, reserve books and renew everything online. It also forces me to be diligent with regards to the reading. I know going in that I have 3 weeks, and it forces me to knuckle down and read instead of screwing off doing other things. The best bit is that I’m not filling up the house with extra stuff that I really don’t need.
What do you think? How long has it been since you’ve been to your public library?