It's National Library Week. After finally mustering up the courage to pay all my old fines for overdue books (though I couldn't look the woman at the counter in they eye while doing so), I have finally become a regular at the library again.
As much as I love wandering a bookstore, there is something to a stack of library books that gets me, too. It's sort of like when you buy a used book and realize someone else has read those pages before--maybe smiled on that line, wiped a tear away on this one, and sighed through the final pages. With a library book, though, you become a piece of the book's story, another reader to turn the pages and pass it along.