Sunday 10 March 2013

Who Remembers Going To An Actual Library ?

You know, the Kindle of yesteryear...

Gosh, when you get into your forties the list of " Do you remember when " seems to grow exponentially. What is it they say..." Life begins at forty ".

Going to the local library once a week used to be the highlight to look forward to.

  • That anticipation of new treasures to devour. Even the hunt through the isles of books was addictive.
  • The dread of having to pay a fine for returning a book late. Even smuggling it to the bottom of the pile of returns didn't help. ...Eagle eyed librarians.
  • Trying to get your hands on the latest release and someone snatching it before you.
  • Killing two birds with one stone, and doing a bit of flirting with guys who looked for books...
  • Reading through foreign magazines or newspapers opened up a whole new world
    ( remember this was before the Internet )
  • Before taking out a book, opening the cover to see who else had taken it out. Fun, interesting and educational.
  • That glorious smell of books. Old, new and used books in one location emit that special scent, that any book lover will recognize anywhere..." Eau De Library "
  • The difficulty of deciding which book to read first, when you got home.

As easy and convenient as it is to read your books online, there is just no substitute for the real thing. How else would you sport the mark of a true reader....a paper cut !

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