Bibliophiles' Dream

I grew up in a very small town, with a very small library. By the time I was 12 or so, I'd pretty much read my way through the entire thing. There was the school library of course, but again....small town and small library. I went through phases of reading: for instance, I read every single biography in the elementary school library (Rosa Bonheur anyone? Rocky Marciano?).

I still love to read and a with the advent of Kindle (who could imagine??), I carry a library around with me. That doesn't mean I still don't love a book shop or library. Walking into a library is like entering a church: hushed and still, sacred with ideas and wonder.

Last week, I got to visit a local business that buys and sells books - mostly libraries of folks' who've died and whose families have no idea what to do with the books, businesses who no longer need the tomes, churches that donate materials, etc. The business owner opened up the doors to the warehouse and....Nirvana. Literally rows upon rows upon rows of books. Old books. Big books. Coffee table books. Books that no one in their right mind would read ("Computer Coding 1979"). Books. Aaahhhh.....He invited me back when I had time to browse. I will definitely accept that offer.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
Marcel Proust

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