I have a confession.
I love my local library, yet I rarely check out books from mine.
Sometimes I feel guilty about it. I don’t avoid visiting my library. I take my kids there at least once a week. I let check out as many books as I can carry. My 7 year old has ventured into chapter books, graphic novels and anything Pokemon related. I love watching her devour books like I did at her age. My 3 year old has his favorites as well: Scaredy Squirrel and Dora books. Then there’s preschool story time for my guy and they offer various family events throughout the year. My kids jump up and down when I bring up going to our library.
We come so often that most of the librarians know our entire family by name. I know their names too. We chat and recommend books to each other. Still, the only thing I borrow for myself are movies.
Last week I let myself glance at the New Arrivals shelves. I might have even picked up a few to read the book jackets. Still, I set them back down. It’s not that I don’t want to take those lovely plastic covered books home. I have so many books waiting for me to discover their stories that the stacks fall over on me.
If I bring home a library book on impulse, it might become ignored or worse, forgotten. Until I racked up so many fines, I wouldn’t be allowed to borrow books until I paid up. That’s happened more than once. Maybe more than twice. I plead the fifth. I’ll borrow a book if I really want to read it and don’t want to own a copy. Or I visit another the used bookstore at another library branch to buy a copy. Sometimes I go on a binge and borrow e-books from my library. Those return themselves, so to speak, so I don’t have to worry about fines.
So that’s my deep dark secret about the library. I still love my library. We’re not breaking up anytime soon.
Do you use your local library? What type of materials do you borrow from it?
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