I sat in the backseat. Starry eyed, watching sunlight dance, I filled with with excitement at every visit. The library for me is not a place that I went begrudgingly. I was given a card to check out my own books before I could even really read. My Mother believed in the importance of reading, and taught it to me from the very beginning. A large section of my earliest memories are of sitting on the floor of the library or racing around desperately trying to pick the choice books that would go home with me.
Books go farther than stacks of paper bound together with ink gracing the pages. Books are escapes from reality. In reading, you discover lands you can only dream of. You fall in love with people only alive in the books. Books stir hope and passion, and fill your mind.