When I was a kid, going to the library was always a treat. It was quiet, smelled great (like books and wood polish), and seemed to me to hold the knowledge of the world. I hope that kids today still feel that reverence for books.
In fact, my grand nephew who just entered kindergarten recently exclaimed, ” We got to go to the library today, and they let us check out a book!” (his voice full of wonder…).
Fast forward to last week. I met a realtor at a large, two-million-dollar-plus condo to see about some staging for resale. She led me into the master bedroom, which had a 20-foot wall of book shelves and a beautiful sliding library ladder. She couldn’t quite believe that several moneyed millennials had come to the open house and stepped out of the bedroom muttering, ” What do we do with that crazy wall of shelves!” (their voices full of wonder…). This makes me sad.
