Why I Love Libraries

When I was young my mother took my little brother and I to the library every two weeks. I loved the distinctive smell of paper married with ink. Fascinated by the endless collection of shelves packed with dreams and dictionaries, histories and fantasies, I wondered how thoughts made the journey from someone’s mind to the white glossy pages I adored.

When my own kids were little, we also made bi-weekly treks to the library. They hadn’t yet discovered I was a word nerd.

Brittany, Garrett and...