A trip to the library makes me happy—it always has. Despite the fact that libraries are becoming multi-media centers where quiet no longer reigns supreme, there is still something reverent about entering the hallowed stacks, surrounded by shelves of books that beckon, promising hours of stories to enlighten and entertain.
On a visit to Washington Public Library on Monday evening, I ran into an old friend, Jane Mense. She was all smiles heading out the door with a couple of James Patterson titles she couldn’t wait to read. It hadn’t been a good day, so she decided to do something for herself. Going to the library reversed her frame of mind, she said.
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