Ever since I was a little girl, the word library brought up visceral feelings of joy and anticipation. Never mind that I misheard (and mispronounced) library as li-berry or that I could not read a word from a book (though I liked to pretend): as soon as one mentioned going to that brick building on Main Street, I was one of the first to hop into the car, a canvas bag in tow.
We are going to the library! (This is not me in the photo. Courtesy of hotelnewsresource.com)
After a while, I learned how to read. Which was good, because now I understood what I was reading, and not just pretending to understand. From then on came my insatiable appetite for books, constantly going to the library to see what new information I can find, what new worlds I can enter, and of course, what new books I can triumphantly carry back to my lair to read.
It was also in the library that I met my hero, Hermione Granger. We also share birthdays!
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