…it has been over three years since my last visit to the library.
(Pause for shocked gasps, wait for people to pick up dropped mouses and smart phones)
Whew! That was a tough confession. Shocking, I know, but somewhere around three years ago I stopped going to the library, and started spending more time doing other things. This change in behaviour might align with some major life events – namely the release of Borderlands by Gearbox Software.
No wait, I mean the birth of my son! Yeah, that’s it, that’s why…
Well, with my new Reading Challenge this year (Read Harder), I figured I would get a new library card, and hunt down at least some of the books I’m going to read. I figured I’d get a couple of books, no big deal.
I was wrong. It was a very big deal. Walking around the library I felt like the prodigal son, I felt I had returned. I stared at the science fiction and fantasy shelves and drooled. I wandered through the fiction section and just trailed my fingers down the book spines.
I was home.
Ok, clearly I’m hamming this up, but it was pretty profound, as until I went in there, I didn’t even know that I missed going. I had been happily subsisting on my few purchases of books, books borrowed from friends, or books in my shelves (either neglected or re-reads), but in the library, there was everything I wanted, all free to grab and take home for a while.
It was fortunate that I only brought in a small bag, as I would have been tempted to overindulge, to gorge myself on booky goodness.
I picked up a good mix of books I think – some short stories (as I am attempting to write some short stories myself at the moment) and some books I have heard very good things about (Wool and Transition). Of course, I also made an error. Trying to get books for my reading challenge, I picked up one – Margaret Atwood’s Maddaddam – but I didn’t know this was the last in a trilogy!
Ah well, I shall make sure I read the other two first, which means another trip to the library.