Youthful Memories
When I was growing up, my parents would take me to the local library and I’d rent about four to five books. They encouraged me to read and, with the majority of the books being fiction, it was great escapism. The library had always been a mystical place with so much to discover—new worlds lined up right next to each other. As I grew older and could go out on my own, I’d venture to the library every so often, hang out for a bit and rent a book or two. However, at some point, I stopped going and even lost track of my library card. I found myself spending more time at Waldenbooks, then Borders and began buying my books.
I don’t know exactly why I stopped but the cut in library operating hours and the slow accumulation in inventory could have been factors. I also began to prefer acquiring my books and creating a collection. The benefits in doing so meant I always had a book handy and didn’t have to worry about returning it. Yet, I found myself becoming very picky about which books I’d buy and thus began isolating myself from new discoveries. Many people say that the Internet is a major cause in lower library attendance, and while somewhat true, it wasn’t a reason for me because I couldn’t read a book on the computer. I need to touch the book, rifle through the pages and smell them. I needed the subtle tactile feedback where the printing press imprinted the words onto the paper. I needed the creaking of the spine of a well worn book—its soft sigh welcoming me. Reading can be a sensual, intimate experience.
The experience has a different texture with “borrowed” books than purchased ones. The ones you buy most often are entirely read by you, whereas there are added personalities with borrowed books and sometimes it makes you think, “Did the previous reader enjoy this passage or did s/he interpret the story as I have?” Sometimes I think I ought to go the library again and spend some time there, remember the past and create new memories. Do it while libraries last, for according to a recent analysis, library attendance in Hawaii is down. There are initiatives to bring attendance up, like wireless Internet and a coffee shop, but change must happen soon, or we may lose some (or all) libraries.
A metamorphosis needs to happen. Libraries can no longer just be the vast vault of unexplored worlds and a repository of knowledge, they need something more. A social aspect that’ll entice people to spend their time in a library instead of a Borders or Barnes & Noble. Nostalgically, I realize that the vast vault was enough for me when I was young and a little place in my heart will be saddened to see how much my library has changed over the years and will need to change in the coming future.
Hey Cuz! How funny you wrote this… Steve and I re-discovered the library and while I haven’t been in a few weeks there was a time where I was going once, even twice a week! We too are picky with our books and so the library is a perfect compromise so we know what we really want to purchase. And in the spring I introduced Adam to storytime at the library! Luckily our local library is doing pretty good at stocking current books and movies. We’ve had fun finding new releases and old favorites to watch and it’s free! Great for us po’ folk! ha! Okay I wrote way too much! Bye!
August 6, 2008 at 7:21 pm