I haven't been to the public library in years.
I remember childhood afternoons well spent in a quiet corner of the library, my back against a shelf, my knees up against my chest, holding my latest selection close.
When I got full on books, I'd load what I couldn't devour at the library into my bag - that canvas one that smelled like summer - an old delightful blend of sunscreen and good books. Perfect.
I'm going back tomorrow. I'll write about how it goes.
"I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things."
-George Robert Gissing