Library Love

I walked through the doors and a jolt of excitement went through me. I loved it here. I could spend all day here.

I breathed in the wonderful smell of books.

Ahh, libraries.

It was especially peaceful when I didn’t have to take my children with me. I was alone, while they were at school. It meant I could spend hours browsing book titles. Normally if I take the kids with me I feel rushed, worried that one of them will be noisy. I never want to be “that mom with the loud kids” in a library. (It’s happened before. Natalie will start off whispering AND THEN WILL GET LOUDER AND LOUDER.)

I smiled at another woman as she passed. She is one of my people. Someone who also loves libraries. Someone who—oh, she started to look frightened. I guess she’s not used to strangers smiling at her. I swear, I’m not crazy. I just love libraries. Like you! Like—oh, she had a bunch of law books. Maybe she wasn’t there for pleasure. Oops.

I went to the reserve section. I loved how you could reserve books online. An e-mail notification would show up in your inbox when it was available. The book I got was Jennifer Weiner’s newest The Next Best Thing. I promised Tom that I’d try not to buy anymore books for awhile.

Yes, it’s hard.

I have a feeling I’ll be at the library every week now that I actually have time to read.

Anyone else love going to the library?