This is not the first time I’ve written here about supporting your local library, nor will it be the last. I say this because this post might sound a little repetitive now, and it really will be a grand day when we all can move on to other things because this problem has been solved, its coffers full. But it’s unsolved and the treasure chest remains empty and looted, so here, again, is just another two cents about why it is you should care about the continued existence of local institutions that make you smarter with or without you knowing it. Or, at the very least, keep you entertained.
One of the best gifts I ever received for Christmas was a book. The Missing Piece, specifically. I first read at the library when I was a kid, the whole thing, in the children’s section, S aisle. I checked it out, then again, then again again, so many times that my mom eventually just got it for me for Christmas. That book made my soul smarter, and I likely wouldn’t have read it otherwise. Certainly not at the bookstore – partly because we didn’t go to bookstores very often, and partly because I was afraid of new books. Too new. Too nice. We had nice things, but not very often new things. So, the old, used ones in the library were more approachable. I read those. Everyone read those.