Today's Booking Through Thursday asks: whether you usually read off of your own book pile or from the library shelves NOW, chances are you started off with trips to the library. (There’s no way my parents could otherwise have kept up with my book habit when I was 10.) So … What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library? (Inspired by Booksplease)
I feel certain that the public library was about the first place my parents found when they moved from Carbondale, Illinois to Geneva, New York when I was but 15 months old. When I was just learning to read, the tiny library had one bookshelf devoted to children's books. I can remember squatting at the shelf, picking out books, as my mother chose her books in the library's remaining 20 or so bookshelves. I loved everything about the library, from the gentlemen reading the newspapers in the leather chairs to the ornate woodwork on the banisters.
When I was about nine or 10, the basement of the library was turned into an entire children's section. Now this was pure bliss. My mother could browse upstairs while I browsed all by myself downstairs. I remember when I was about 11, looking for books in the card catalog about adolescence. I must have read this word somewhere and understood that I was entering the stage, so I thought I should check out books that would enlighten me. No doubt I found some.
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