Prowling through the Stacks | author’s note

I have wonderful memories of my hometown public library. The library in Davis, California, where I grew up wasn’t especially big or showy. It’s not an especially big town, and while the University library is both very extensive and very impressive, the local library was just an odd little building next door to the Veterans’ Memorial Theatre, where my I performed in ballet recitals, attended a summer theatre program and went to dances and events. They’ve since rebuilt the Davis branch twice, i...