I want to dedicate this post to all the libraries that exist around the world. They could be really small or they can be really big. Without the existence of the library I would be lost, and broke. Throughtout the years, I have been able to discover so many different authors and writing styles, travel to so many worlds that I did not know existed and discover a group of people that are just like me. Reading might be a solitary activity, but what comes after is far from it.
I still remember when I went from just a casual, (do I have to read this book) to a voracious (the next one is coming out next year? I can’t wait that long!) reader. It was back in the summer of 2002. My mom gave me a book to read and keep myself occupied. It was Elizabeth Lowell’s Where The Heart Is. I took it with reluctance and began to read. The afternoon turned into evening and evening turned into night. I finished it the very next day and something happened. To this day, I don’t know what happened to make me want to read and read, for enjoyment and pleasure. But whatever it was, I am greatful for it.
Being a teenager, I didn’t have a lot of money and the library was a haven for me. I could take out whatever books I wanted and how many I wanted. Sometimes I took out 10 or 15 at a time and it was just a dream. I was in heaven. As time passed and I blossomed into an adult, I still used the library frequently. I bought books as well, but if I bought all the books that I have taken out from the library, I think I would need a separate house just to put all the books there.
So to all the libraries that I have ever frequented and the ones that I haven’t, yet, thank you. You have been my saviour more than once when I thought my life was over. Keep on inspiring others to become readers and giving them the gift of a different world and literacy.