Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to live at the library. The smells…the shelves…the order…the WORLDS.
I wanted to read every single world that was tucked between all those covers.
When my babies were little they’d kick off their shoes and curl up on the floor with a stack of books as tall as they were.
I taught them how to find books, how to love books, how to write books, how to learn with books, how to lose books. (Only $22 in overdues this trip!!)
What.a.joy when my eldest hunts the aisles for a title he’s been dying to read, one of my favorite books of all time, a 900-pager of an epic, Lonesome Dove.
How my heart smiled when my ten-year old comes to find me with two copies from the grown up side that relate to her latest science curriculum and the passion of her heart, animal care.
To hear my youngest politely ask the librarian if she could help him find the latest release from an anime series his big sister introduced him to made me beam. My big little boy is a bona fide biblovore now too.
My eldest girl brings the wish list she prepared on her iPad and busies herself finding them.
And when she makes her way back to the table and I ask her if she found what she was looking for, she says “No. But I did find some. Just a few this week, but it’ll hold me for awhile.”
And I think yes…yes, that’s exactly what these good stories do.
They hold us for a while.
“I have always imagined that paradise will be some kind of library.” -Jorge Luis Borges
Do you love the library as much as we do? Tell me what you’re reading this week!