Years ago I tried to get a book club going with my friends. The plan was to rotate houses, hosting, and picking the book and leading the discussion. It lasted for a few months before it became too big of a struggle. I guess I was asking alot. I gave up the struggle and shortly afterwards joined the bookclub at the local library. This was with a group of strangers and without great refreshments. Years later I'm still going to this bookclub. We have all gotten to know each other and people havve come and gone. A few of us have remained faithful through the years. We've had two different librarians as leaders and are lucky with the current leader. We have read some great books and have had great discussions that have enlightened me. I've been introduced to Wendell Berry, David Baldacci and Ken Follet during this past year. I have gone on to read other books by these authors. The bookclub has taken my appreciation of reading to a whole new level.
Our library was one of the first places I explored when we moved here. The kids were small, it was summer and so we went to the reading program. I still remember the storyteller from the boyscout museum that first summer. I grew up making a weekly trip to the library so I continued that here. We have always loved the library. Last night I went to a book sale at the library. It's done once a year as a fundraiser. The books were stacked everywhere. I purchased two big bags of treasures. I'll take them a box or two during the year, of books that we no longer need. It's a great recycling program. I am a friend of the library. I couln't imagine being anything less.
