Next week (October 20-26) is the National Friends of Libraries week. It's a week to honor those who contribute and donate to their local libraries in order to provide materials and programming at no to low cost to their communities.
I've been in love with libraries since I was three and visited my first with my mother. It was the Macomb County library, and the children's section was to the right when you walked into the lobby. It was only a corner of the building, but for me it represented so much more. It was the doorway to adventures and friends that waited to be discovered simply by presenting a card and the desired book at the checkout desk.
When I went to school, they had a library there as well. In the third grade after my teacher read us the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, I discovered a love for historical biographies. I started with the As and by fourth grade had finished the section. I moved on to mythology in fourth grade then mysteries in the fifth. I fell in love with books at the library.
I still have a love affair with libraries. I even worked at one for a while and imagined retiring from there until budget cuts eliminated my job thirty years too soon. I still visit the library about once a week and check out the website about once a day to see if my holds on books are filled yet.
There's something special about a library. That distinct smell of musty pages and glue. The hushed stillness. The rows and rows of books waiting to be opened and devoured.
I love libraries. Don't you?