“I have always imagined that paradise will be some kind of library.” — Jorge Luis Borges
I have loved books since I was a little girl. I loved how they felt. I loved how they smelled. I loved going to the small branch public library that was located in the housing project where I grew up and taking books out.
Soon after I started school, that branch library closed, and in its place we started to get a bookmobile. It would park at my housing project each Thursday, except during the summer. I dreamed of working in a bookmobile (a mobile library) when I grew up.
There was another branch library in walking distance, about a mile away. They would close each June (and reopen in September) but they would allow users to take out an unlimited number of books right before they closed. I filled my room with summer reading material.
So, when my husband and I became responsible for my autistic brother in law, one of the very first things we did for him was getting him a library card. Strangely, he won't take the books out. He wants to read in the library only. He does have his favorites - science and horror.
In his own way, he loves books, too. And the library.
In books, we both find our own types of paradise.
If heaven does not have libraries, it will not be heaven.
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