After a month of turmoil, unemployment, sick animals, writing dead-ends and slugs on the potato plants, I’m itching to spend a glorious day out of the heat at the public library to peruse files of long forgotten people, steal their spirits and bring them home with that satisfied feeling that I’ve learned something. Even as the world goes mad and evil takes strong footholds, something in us produces books and free libraries.
How about you? What’s your fondest memory of a public library?
“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.” Saul Bellow