Nothing will compare to the feel of physically holding a book in your hands and turning each page. Don’t even get me started on the wondrous smell of old books that wafts into your nostrils as you fan its pages. However, I have begun to enjoy the convenience of the Kindle app.
I recently became the proud owner of a tablet (Thanks, Mom!) and love how easy it is to just browse for a book, hit a magic button, and it’s mine.
Unfortunately, it’s not actually a magic button and they take money from me when I’m not paying attention. I decided it was time to get a library card so I didn’t go broke. I hopped onto my local library’s website to find that there was no way to fill out information electronically and receive a card.
Human interaction was required? What is this, 1995? I have to go in and physically speak with someone just to read some books? Fine. I’ll go get a card and will carry it around in my wallet along with my school ID to pretend like I’m a functioning member of society just like I did when I was 10 years old.
I live in a very small town, so when I pulled up to the library I wasn’t exactly surprised it was small, but I couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion that I was walking into someone’s home. I slowly opened the door and the librarian peeked up from his desk. Phew, I’m in the right place.
He was an incredibly kind older man and promptly presented me with my brand spankin’ new library card. I thanked him and as I was walking out the door he said “good luck!”
Good luck? With what exactly? Reading? I have a Bachelors degree in English, I’ll have you know! And a very popular blog (among my family and friends)!
I said “thanks” and walked out, assuming he was just wishing me luck with my next interaction with a human being since I was probably so awkward.
Oh well. I can now have any book of my choosing
in the world available through my library, which is incredibly exiting!
I leave you with this since I’ve had it in my head since 5:30PM yesterday when I bounced out of the library with my new card.