I remember spending hours in libraries when I was young. Wait- I still do.

Do you ever wonder what books end up there? Who chooses them? Why?

A library seems like a magical place to those who love words. Anything can be discovered within those walls, among the shelves. You only need to figure out where to look, and the librarian is a good person to help.

At least, the good librarians do. Sometimes we run across the ones who hold books more sacred than the bookworms – who refuse to let the solace of the library be disturbed for any reason. Luckily, those seem to be few and far between.

Makes me want to visit the library again soon.