If you are anything like me, you’ve probably got a problem with libraries.
You can’t stay out of them.
You spend hours browsing your local library’s online catalogue, placing holds and praying you don’t forget to pick them up. When you do remember to get them, you can’t stop yourself from exploring the aisles… even though you’ve already packed a pile of books into your bag.
Surrounded on all sides by tall shelves stacked high with countless books, your blood rushes with adrenaline. The possibilities are endless. Every single bound beauty holds stories and secrets, myths and mysteries, facts and fantasies beyond your wildest dreams and you want to read them all.
When I first moved to Toronto, I scoffed at the 50-item limit. Who, I thought, would ever take out 50 items at a time? Me. That’s who. It didn’t take me long to realize that my small-town local library paled in comparison to the multi-branch colossus that is the Toronto Public Library. They have books on virtually every topic imaginable, from XML coding to Icelandic grammar manuals (just two of my most recent obsessions). The problem is, of course, that I want it all. Whether I have a specific book in mind or not, every time I go to the library I end up leaving with everything I wanted and then some. To everyone who has ever asked my why I always carry a backpack around… The better to carry my books in, my dear.