Since I moved to Chicago 5 years ago, I haven't really gone to the library. At first it was because the closest library branch's hours didn't line up with my work schedule, then it was because I realized the local branch is a children's library. Although I was able to get my library card there, being able to choose any book on the internet just isn't the same as browsing the shelves. Last summer, another branch was built about a mile away. It's a ten minute bus ride, and it's beautiful. A couple weeks ago I spent half a day there, writing at a long wooden table and staring out the giant glass windows at passing traffic. Before I left, I wandered the shelves. I walked out with three beautiful, physical library books. I forgot how much I missed the perusal. Pulling books at random, being surprised. Finding books I've never heard of alongside those I've always meant to read but haven't gotten around to yet. One of the books I p...
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