From the time I was very little I loved the library. The smell. The quiet. And books. More books that I could read in a lifetime. When I was in my teenage rebellious years and I didn’t want to go to class I didn’t go out back and smoke or leave the campus. No. I went to the library. (I wasn’t a total loser. I did go other places like McDonald’s and to the beach.). The library still calls to me and I go weekly. It is no longer a quiet place of refuge for my introvert heart. Now it is loud most of the time with little children running around and staff laughing and clearly enjoying themselves. It isn’t so bad. It is only sometimes that I miss the quiet. We need to allow children to have fun at the library and who needs to be shushed by a librarian?
But there is this. Who writes and underlines in a library book? Signinig out a book is a privilege. So let’s not be assholes and write in a book doesn’t belong to you!
I opened one of the books I just signed out and saw this.
Maybe I am just getting old and grumpy. But in my world you don’t spit on the pavement and write in library books.
(Sorry for large and crappy images. Pictures and post written on my iPod.)