The Library, Part I
I do volunteer work at the library. My love of libraries has been a lifetime affair ever since my dad and mom first took me to the local library all those years ago. If you have read my TBR post, you know that I was a reluctant, slow reader, and that this greatly concerned my dad, a lifelong, voracious reader. Every day, after supper, my dad and my mom would retire to the den where they would read for the next several hours. They each had their own comfortable chair, each bookending the pot belly stove which was doing double duty as the fireplace. My mom would pull a magazine off the magazine rack and leaf through it backwards. A strange way of reading, but it worked for her. For years I copied her, leafing though Mad Magazine backwards, wondering how one read this way. It was only later, when someone pointed out you can't read that way, that I realized my mom was only looking at the pictures. She loved magazines like House and Garden and Better Homes, because the...