I love our public library. Really. It has been years since I've really appreciated a library and I love this one. (I recently heard someone ask if it would be possible in this day and age to set up a public repository of books so that everyone would be allowed to read them and have the government pay for this service. Ummmm....No.)
Our neighborhood 'brary is a few blocks from our house. It has a great kids section where we go to sit on the sofas and pick out the books we want to take home for 3 weeks.
And it's pretty. Fluffy, I know, but it's all bricks and glass and fits into our neighborhood architecture beautifully. Conor points and shouts, "LIBRARY!" every time we pass.
I have decided to work my way through our library reading books I woudn't buy. I've started with the A's, reading Yo! by Julia Alvarez. It's good. (Better than the Devil Wear's Prada, dontcha know)
Other things are going on. Things for which I am googling endlessly, but do not wish to share. Yet.
I am also busy with a new course prep, a new research team, new paper, a grant proposal and a miscarriage under my belt in the last month. I've worked both Saturday and Sunday for the last two weekends and imagine this trend is going to continue for at least 6 more months.
Bear with me with me for a while. Hell, BARE with me for a while; I'm still breastfeeding.