I have such happy memories of visiting the library in the town where I grew up. Sometimes I still go back there in my mind; without even trying to remember it, I find myself walking among the shelves, up and down the ramps and stairs, around the giant square circulation desk. The whole place was so solid and comforting.

I recently finished a book called “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society”. The central characters meet and become dear friends through a love of books. Any book lover can relate!

Thanks for noticing and naming this HSP joy.

To this day I won’t go anywhere without a book in my purse, sometimes two.

Glad to connect with other book lovers…

When I was young, children under 15 were not allowed in the Adult areas; we had to stay in the Childrens’ Room. By 5th grade, I had literally read *every* book there. So the Childrens’ Librarian would allow me to quietly go into the Adult stacks, find books I wanted, hide them, then she would check them out. But it was Our Secret – I couldn’t tell anyone or I would get her in trouble.

She taught this too tall, overweight abused child that she was special and that because I was(am) special rules could be broken for me.

I didn’t even mind when, years later, I found I wasn’t the only child she had done this for.

I have been around addicts of various kinds when they need a fix — alcohol, drugs, gambling. They have *nothing* on me if I have nothing to read. I even have emergency books just in case I run out when the library’s closed.

And – the library system here has a widget on their home page that allows you to track the cost of your library usage if you had to pay full price for everything. Last month, I saved $909 and some change. Wow.

So glad to know others love to read as much as I do!