The chaos has become strangely familiar although I doubt that it will ever lose its edge of tension. The frantic rummaging through book shelves, bags, sofas and anywhere that a book could physically lodge into heralds, in our house at least, a trip to the library.
Invariably, my kids are always thrilled with these trips. They love running through the various shelves filled with books and their contained wisdom, knowing that they can pick up any one they like and take it home with them. Often they go for the regulars, those which in a way provide them with the greatest comfort, but there’s always some new fascinating find to excite them.
And that is why libraries are for me such a fabulous institution.
To read the rest of this piece visit the Merlin blog where it originally appeared.
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