Author John Scalzi (yes, he’s a bit of a goof) recently shared the story of his history with libraries:
The first library I ever remember visiting was the library in Red Bluff, California. I was five at the time, and living with my aunt while my mother was recovering from surgery. I remember the children’s area of the library, and in my recollection of the place today, the rows of books went all the way up to the ceiling. I remember specifically, although not by name, a picture book a pulled down from the rows, about children leaping for the moon. It was explained to me that I could take the book home — and not just that book, but any book I wanted in the entire library. I remember thinking, in a five year old’s vocabulary, how unbelievably perfect. I took home a book about stars, which started a life-long love of astronomy.
Please take a moment and head on over to Mr. Scalzi’s blog “Whatever” to read the rest of the story. Then come back here and leave us your history with libraries in the comments. I’m sure all of our readers would be interested in hearing your story.
