When I was a child, I practically
lived at the library. Or I wanted to, anyway. Unfortunately, the nearest public
library was 60 miles away. But we went every two weeks and I checked out the six-book
limit. Then I supplemented that with books from the school library.
When my children were
young, we went to the local library once or twice a week. Caroline and John
participated in the summer programs, and Caroline was a junior helper for
two or three years.
Then my wallet got a
little fatter, and I decided it was simpler to buy the books that interested me.
That way, I could keep them as long as I wanted and mark them up without worry.
And eventually I stopped using the library as a source of reading material.
But I’ve always loved the
library, and I would have considered it sacrilege to give up my card. So when
the library called and told me they were about to cancel it for lack of use,
they got my attention.
Over the last few months,
I’ve rediscovered the library and made an important discovery. If I read a book
and decide it belongs in my own library, I can still buy it. But if two weeks
is all I need, I’ve saved myself some money.
So I’m happy to go back
to the library.
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