Today I’m working at the Watsonville Public Library, a modern and beautiful building with free wi-fi, plenty of individual tables with lamps and electrical outlets, and comfortable chairs. Ah!
It’s quiet and peaceful here and I’m surrounded by what I have loved since I was a child–books, books, and more books. Why don’t I do this more often? Probably because it’s just simpler and easier to write at home in my cozy office. But for a few days, this will be my office away from office as I change my Internet service from one company to another and now wait for an appointment with an AT&T technician.
I remember as a little girl enjoying skipping down the steps of our local library in Illinois, holding an armload of books as Mom led the way to our car. What precious cargo! I couldn’t wait to get home and dive in to stories and pictures and facts that were new to me then.
I knew since I was in third grade that I would be a writer some day and so I made friends with libraries–whether a shelf in a classroom, a space set aside in our school, or a building with tall mahogany shelves in the center of our small town or a huge structure on my college campus.
I liked to sit and think and read and browse and just hang out. I’d forgotten about those precious times in recent years until today when I am making a purposeful choice to spend a few hours in this library.
I am having such a positive experience just being near all these books and thinking of all the words they hold that I know for sure I will be back again–and not just when I need to be but when I want to be.
What is your experience of a library? Please share with us.
When I got my library card, that’s when my life began.
~ Rita Mae Brown