April and I went to the Alameda Free Library yesterday evening and each signed up for our own library cards. It was something we had been wanting to do for quite some time. We had set foot in the building one other time to inquire about what the necessary requirements to receive a card were but hadn’t walked around to look at anything.
I had forgotten how much I love libraries. I used to work at the South Pasadena Public Library as a freshman in high school. The smell of the books is something nostalgic to my senses. I love the feeling that people all around are learning or bettering themselves. The scene is something out of a science fiction movie where you can see knowledge as colors flowing directly from the books into people’s heads.
The Alameda library is large enough that there are plenty of areas in which to get comfortable and read in solitude. I’m thinking about instituting a library or reading night for April and I. We’ve each got books that we’ve been reading at a whenever-we-get-a-chance pace so having a set time will do wonders for getting those selections finished. It’s odd something this simple could excite me so much. I’m currently reading Cesar’s Way by Cesar Millan, the star of National Geographic’s Dog Whisperer. After that, it’s on to Malcolm Gladwell’s new offering, What the Dog Saw.