Back in May I talked about how much I love spending Sunday afternoons at my local library, and how sad I was when the summer schedule – closed on Sundays – kicked in.
Well, now it’s fall, and the library has been open on Sundays for a couple weeks now, although this weekend was my first chance to go and take advantage. Last weekend I was out of town, and the first weekend they were open… well…
I was watching football.
I know… weird, right? I’ve been into the game for a few years now, and I still find it weird that I’d choose football over going to the library. But it’s true. I love watching the Bears games, and I’ve gotten to the point where I can enjoy a game even if I don’t care who wins. I’m even in a fantasy league for the first time this year (and I’m chronicling my adventures over on my other blog). So… yes, I’m a bit of a football fan. And for the first Sunday of the regular season – which also happened to be the first Sunday the library was open – I stayed at home to watch the Bears game… and when that was over, I watched the Packers game (gotta keep tabs on our rivals). Instead of going to the library. I can hardly believe it myself.
But I’m getting off-topic.
This is my library. And this past Sunday, I spent the entire afternoon there. I got there just as they were opening the doors, followed the crowd inside, found a quiet corner, and settled down to read. After a couple blissful hours, I got up and started browsing… and I just lost myself in it.
There’s something about Sunday afternoons. Any other time I go to the library, I feel like I just have to get in and out. I think there was one time over the summer that I actually spent an extended amount of time there… and it wasn’t relaxing at all. I kept checking the time. I felt like there were other things I had to do, other places I had to be, like I couldn’t take my time and look around, even though none of that was really true.
Those Sunday afternoons are for me. And even though I’ll be juggling my library time with football for the rest of the season, it’s still nice to be back. It’s nice to know it’s there. And it’s really nice to think that, come February, I’ll have a few months where Sunday is just another word for Library Day.
Speaking of my browsing, though…
I did grab several books that were on my TBR list. But recently I mentioned the lost pleasures of random discovery, and I decided that every so often – I plan to aim for once a month – I’ll look through the shelves for a random book that calls out to me, the way I used to do before the internet revolutionized the way I read.
This month, I picked Smasher, by Keith Raffel. Unfortunately, though I thought it was a debut, I realized when I got home that the blurbs I’d read applied to the previous book and this is actually the second in the series. So… my first attempt, and already my first stumbling block. But I’m going to try reading the book anyway. I thought about going back for the first book in the series, but this was the one that grabbed me. We’ll see if it works out for me or not.
The other books I have out now are Ken Follett’s Eye of the Needle, Jeffrey Eugenides’s Middlesex, Naomi Alderman’s The Liar’s Gospel, and Ben Coes’s Eye for an Eye.
How often do you visit your library?