I love the library.
Lately, as one of our "filling time" activities [see post on Filling Time 10/26] I head to the library with or without a kid in tow. Thankfully, the library is in close proximity to our school, the locale for most of my kids' time-filling activities.
Now, reading is a luxury for which I can find some uninterupted time during one of these moments:
- My lunch -- a blissful break during which I get to simultaneously do two things I enjoy: eating and reading. I open a book over my sandwich and hope I don't get orange Cheetos smudges on the pages.
- In bed -- a quiet break during which I can't find a good, reclined, reading position without the overhead lights glaring into my eyes like some inquisition torture chamber. So then I have to use the book as a light shield, which shades the pages and really tires out my arm. Feelin' sorry for me yet?
I was at the library today and decided to pick up yet another book -- yes, a third, if you are keeping track -- and a couple of DVDs (Carousel and The Artist, if you must know-- and don't even ask how I will find time to watch them. My Netflix dvd has been sitting by my TV, unwatched, for over a month.)
2 + 1 = 3 books I now need to find time to read.
But the library is like a candy store for the brain! How could I not get another when I am surrounded by shelves and shelves of delectable, delightful pages of escape? Historical fiction -- queens and castles, spies, horses and the guillotine; mysteries -- cloaks and daggers, lawyers, detectives and clues; dramatic fiction -- estranged spouses, unexpected illnesses, and trips to secluded cabins, or Europe -- or secluded cabins in Europe -- to become a writer and find one's self.
Yes, the library is a luxury of leisure. If I had to play the "Would You Rather" game, I would rather be locked up in a library than, let's say, a craft store.
Well, would you look at the time! I think bedtime may come a little early tonight! Maybe a baseball hat or sunglasses will do the trick.