when I was a child, we visited a
library in Westcliff-on-Sea:
single storey, yellow brick & steel framed:
glass fronted and designed by
P F Burridge in 1968:
skipping across the floor to the
children's section:
choosing books from the shelves:
thumbing through the heavy reference books:
not for borrowing, only for looking:
that smell of books:
zigzagging coloured spines:
sitting in the courtyard in the Summer:
despite owning a few books
some given
some gifts
we still used a library:
now I have something else:
my next novel will be read on it:
is this the new library?
it won't be for me:
reading books is not about owning books:
and I do own many:
those first visits to the library introduced me to
the wider world of literature:
picture books, atlases, poetry:
books we could never afford to buy:
they are all still there:
and more ....
have you got a ticket?
when was the last time you went to the library?
use it or lose it:
I last visited the library today:-) I returned "Comfort & Joy" by India Knight, and "Skinny Bitch", and took out a couple of ghost stories.
ReplyDeleteManfred and I have visited most Saturday mornings of our entire married life. Free books, what a wonderful resource. A few years ago, when my mum was alive but housebound, I used to come and choose her 14 LARGE PRINT crime novels every week. I had to get out the maximum of 14 because she had invariably read a good half of the books I chose!
Sadly, libraries here are nothing like UK ones. Basically, they are crap.
ReplyDeleteI miss not having one terribly. Treasure them, use them and appreciate them.
I'm afraid collecting the real, physical book is a great joy for me, as is the reading, page turning, bookmarking and smelling. I can't imagine a day when this luddite will enjoy reading a kindle!
that's good to hear Louisa:
ReplyDeleteI use mine for Art or pattern books mainly as they are so expensive to buy:
it's easy to find information online but often the images are too small:
I was in dilemma over the Kindle {was a gift}:
for me it will be only for novels:
my bookshelves are full to heaving so only the selective are squeezed in:
My ol' nan lived round the corner in Fleetwood so we nipped in a bit when visting. Although my childhood library is Hadleigh, and walking on the cobbles/stones at the end always made me think of the bumps on Lincoln biscuits.
ReplyDeleteI've got still got a Topsy and Tim book from there, due back 1971.