While perusing images for this site, I came across some beautiful ones of libraries, and it reminded me how much I love them.
When I was young, six or seven years old, my mother used to take me to the local children’s library, which at the time was housed in a grand Victorian building. An impressive dark oak staircase, of the sort Victorians specialised in, led down to the large room, which contained many dark wood bookcases and long tables. There I would explore the plentiful offerings, excited to borrow the latest adventure which would take me to worlds of freedom and excitement. I’d enjoyed books from an early age, but I think it was in that library that my love for them – and the stories they contained – became a passion.
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