Libraries

libraries... mmmm i have pleasant memories of libraries - studying, snoozing, reading random unrelated things and sometimes losing track of time in an old library with dusty shelves and ancient wood, really ageless fans that have maintained the same slow, almost hypnotic pace for eons.... sigh... libraries are fun..
during school i would pore over the craft and diy books, the fat volumes i could hardly even lift with my twiggy arms, but the contents of which i devoured, egg shells pictures, ice cream spoon puppets, egg carton chairs, i can even see the pictures in some of the books...
my mother would lament that if id spent even half the time buried in my textbooks, i might ve been a little ahead in the class than i was!
at dinner time, in the loo, walking home from the bus stop, IN the school bus, gosh i was deep into a book every where!
readers digest, enid blyton, richmal crompton( wrote these FAB books about a young english boy called william- hilarious), the odd nancy drews, pg wodehouse, some hitchcock, and hardy boys... and the random asterix and tintin and phantom and mandrake comics thrown in for good measure.
man am i glad i read.
those were library days these days i feed off blogs...

hope they dont get wiped out - the internet can only provide this much info and reading joy- getting transported to a different world, a different time is a talent the net lacks.