For those of you who read my post For The Great Love Of Books, you will know I didn’t find reading easy when I was growing up.
Add to that the social awkwardness of extreme anxiety and I was very much a kid who spent her time hidden away alone.
However, even with my difficulty in reading, I still loved stories. So, when my grandmother took me to the small library, hidden away down a quiet road I found my new happy place.
It was petite and cosy with easy-to-find categories and large, strange, foam shapes that kids could play on or sit on.
At first, I only visited the library with my grandmother and brother. We would take a walk and end up there. I’d pick a book or two and then we would wander home again.
As I got older and into my early teens, I started to feel more comfortable reading, so would take a walk on the weekends and visit the library. The maximum number of books you could borrow was 10, so I’d take a canvas bag and fill up on books.
It was always quiet, barely a handful of people in at a time. Even the children who visited were quiet, playing in the designated area and reading through early-learning books.
I would trawl through the stacks looking for something new. I became hooked on crime novels and read all the Ed McBain books. Then I would seek out other authors I’d never heard of.
A new stack would appear and I’d get to see what genre they were now offering. That’s how I came across James Herbert’s horror books. Each time I found a new author I was shown another genre, another voice to take me into a new world.
This small nook, hidden in a small town, brought books to life for me. When there were stress and arguments at home I would just find a corner in the library, sit on the floor with my books and read them.
Without the library, I do not think I would have pushed through my reading issues. It gave me a safe space where I didn’t feel ashamed of my limited reading level. The two older ladies who ran the library were really friendly, they even pointed out new books and recommendations when they saw what I liked.
It became my home away from home (after my Grandmother’s house) 🙂 and I do not think I’d be where I am now without it.
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