I’m pretty sure that books are magic. And not magic in the way that teachers tell you, “oh, reading can take you places!” Which it can, but I really think they’re magic. They change people. A simple book can be more powerful than an army, because books are full of ideas, and nothing is stronger or spreads faster than an idea. So when you put hundreds of them all in one place, it would make sense that that place would be special.
I’ve always loved the library. I remember going there for their special craft or costume days when I was really small, and walking along the aisles of big kid books and vowing that I’d be able to read those someday, too.
Those little rows of chapter books have nothing on the upstairs of my library, though. Any idea, any story, any anything, you can find it there. There’s nothing more thrilling than going back into the deepest recesses there, running silently around in just your socks, and picking up books no one’s read in ages. I could lie and say I did that when I was young, but there’s really no point, so I’ll just tell you the truth and say I did it a few weeks ago.
Reading, learning, exploring; those are all things I love to do with my whole soul. I’m lucky enough to live somewhere where I can do them often, too. And I know that even as my life gets busier and busier I’ll still find myself in the back of the library from time to time, looking for that special story that’s just waiting to be found.
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