I love libraries.
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 ...
Published on June 30, 2010 04:00