On the other hand, the remodel in the 1990's brought a quiet, well-organized adult section upstairs. Adult Fiction and non-fiction were housed up there with big wooden tables for you to spread out and study at to boot. When I was a teenager, I read a lot of Madeleine L'Engle. As a writer, she doesn't dumb down what she is trying to say and she uses a lot references without completely explaining them. You can understand the plot, but just not every detail and nuance. Combine her writing style with my unending curiosity and you have a recipe for learning. I used to write down all the things in her books that I wanted to know more about and then I would go to the library and research it. Just me and the stacks for an hour or two. And while I was there I would find more books to read. I read every Agatha Christie, James Herriot, and Madeleine L'Engle book in that library because of those nights.
For some reason, thinking about that time makes me emotional. Something about what a beautiful library(scroll halfway down link page to see pic) it was for such a small town. And about how the time I spent there alone was so completely my own time.
The library I go to now is an interim library while the "real" library undergoes construction or something. I will just say that it is not the Andrew Carnegie funded Jacksonville Public Library and leave it at that. Maybe the permanent library will be a thing of awe and wonder, but I think it unwise to get my hopes up. Just in case it isn't.
For reasons unknown, I feel like I have just divulged something intensely private.
I wasted my teenage years on extraordinarily tame behavior.
In other news, I have a lot of exciting stuff to post about in the coming week. Books, food, fashion, and shenanigans. In the meantime, have an excellent weekend. It's sure to be a busy one here.