Thanks for the reminder. I love buying new books, especially beautiful hardback books. I love the hunt for a cheap treasure in the dusty stacks of a used book store. I love the ease with which I can have an e-book on my kindle with one click, any time, day or night.But I can't afford to buy every single book that looks interesting. I have to make choices.
When I was little, books were maybe bought at Christmas or Birthdays or Scholastic Fair Day. The mall with the one bookstore was far away. There were no used bookstores. We went to the library all the time. I remember checking out more books than I could carry and reading (well being read to) them all as soon as we got home.
As a teenager, the mall was closer but books were too expensive for my part time job. I would still go to the library and check out the limit on each visit. I also did a brisk business with the used book store buying and trading.
This morning I woke up and it was raining. A perfect day to cuddle with a kitty, a cup of tea and a book. I have books waiting patiently on my shelves, in my bed, on the nightstand and the end table, and on my Kindle. But I wanted something different and a seed of memory had been planted and watered. So I drove to The Library, renewed my expired card, spent a couple of hours browsing, and checked out an armful of books.