Lately, whenever I say to someone, “Oh, check the library.” I get this look, followed by something close to: “My library never has anything I want.” I’ve taken notice because I find myself telling people to go to the library more and more often these days. I can’t really blame them for their opinion on the library though, after all up until about a year ago I hadn’t borrowed a book in a decade.
Let’s be clear, that doesn’t mean I hadn’t read a book in decade, but simply I had been buying them instead of going to the library. Then, suddenly (sooo not suddenly), my Brooklyn apartment felt full to bursting with books and I decided I had to make a change.
I went into purge mode. I found a place to donate books. Some friends were even inspired to pare down their own collections. I set a strict rule that any book that stayed was 1) something I loveLOVED and 2) was in a desirable format; everything else had to go. And this extended to all the books in my house including graphic novels, comics, and manga; everything had to be reassessed.
After I decided to change my habits, I had to figure out a better way to acquire new material without filling up my house again. Because, let’s be honest, there was no way I could have stuck to my plans if I didn’t have a place to read new things.
The library saved the day. The library is amazing.