I love the quietness of them, the hushed voices and carpeted footfalls. Even when you’re excited about a book, you have to keep quiet about it. As a kid, I remember practically bursting with silent excitement when I found the books I was looking for.
I love that my first job was in a library. I was a page (I couldn’t yet drive), and my parents would have to drop me off and pick me up. The best part? When I was done working, I could come home with an armful of books every day (two armfuls on Fridays—one for Saturday and one for Sunday).
I love librarians. Give them a question about a book, and you’ll get several answers about that book, and recommendations about other books that I’ll also enjoy.
I love the multi-functionality of a library. Research, entertainment, workspace, meeting spot, information hub. It’s even a good place to nap (so I’ve heard :) ).
I love the idea of going to the library as a destination. I don’t think I’ve ever had a bad time at a library. Ever.
I love the shared sense of community present at the library. Bulletin boards with notices of neighborhood events and local newspapers for the taking.
I love that I saw my book on the New Mystery shelf at my local library a couple weeks ago. Just sitting there. Waiting for someone to check it out. Like books by Dennis Lehane, Stephen King, Robert B. Parker, and Michael Connelly.
I loved having the privilege of attending the American Library Association’s annual convention this past weekend. What a treat to meet so many wonderful librarians! Thanks for everything over the years!
I loved being introduced to so many of my lifelong friends at a library when I was a kid. (The picture above was taken at the convention. Me with one of my literary friends.)
I love libraries.