Call me mushy and sentimental, but instead of reading I am welling up over the story of Dewey Readmore Books on CBS Sunday Morning News. A book about this famous library cat and how he helped pull an Iowa community together has just been published. I'm not a cat fancier so I doubt that I will read the book, but I love the picture of the library as a homey place where neighbors and friends can gather.
In our area, library hours have been cut to the point where it is inconvenient for me to visit. I usually reserve my books online and then my husband goes once a week to pick them up. No more browsing through the shelves until I'm dizzy. No more sitting in the magazine area and flipping through magazines like Ms. and Utne Reader. I miss those days.
Hopefully my kids will develop a love for the library as I did as a child. The three younger ones will be going to middle school within walking distance of our small town's library branch. I've seen kids walk over there after school and sit together to do their homework. Maybe my kids will be able to do the same thing. My fondest wish is that they will come to know the library as a place of wonder and discovery where they can lose themselves for a few hours.