Book love

To cheer me up on Monday, we went to our local library. How boring I can hear you say, she’s going to start talking about books. Well, yes and no I guess!! I thought my library (and libraries in general really) deserved a mention on this little blog because they are simply fantastic. Let’s put it this way: I love libraries and always have done. I’m currently a member of three (gosh is that sad?), one near where I live, one near where I work, and one near a shopping centre (!). You just never know when you might need to borrow something or use their facilities (I’m talking internet access here, not toilets by the way!).

In blogland, you often see people with massive bookshelves, crammed full of books. And although they do indeed look lovely (especially those that are colour arranged – massive envy!!!), I can’t help but think it’s a bit of a waste of space. And what do massive bookcases say about you? That you’re clever and read a lot? That perhaps you are a little egocentric and like to display what knowledge you might have? In which case, do some books get hidden because you are embarrassed you’ve read them? Maybe that's a bit harsh, but my point is, you could be sharing those books with others, and limiting yourself to reading what can fit on those said shelves surely is a bit restrictive.

Obviously, it’s not about price. Books these days are just so cheap. And then, when you get a book from the library, you lose that excitement of knowing you’re the first person to open it, discover what it hides, bend its pages. I can’t deny that I do indeed miss that feeling occasionally and keep on hoping that some people learn how to treat books with respect. Honestly, don’t get me started on people who annotate books, it drives me insane. But in the end, how cool is it that I can come home with all these random books and magazines, and all for FREE???
I ♥ libraries ;-)