I love this article from Mass Live because it’s how I feel about books. I lived two blocks from the library while growing up.
When we were looking for a house, I kept asking where the nearest library was located. We looked at a house within a block of the library, but it was not to be. We found a place, but the nearest wasn’t, but not close enough that it’d be a place I drive by regularly.
Then finally it happened in 2001 — six years after we moved here. The city built a library within biking distance. I don’t get there as much as I’d like, but it’s wonderful knowing it’s there. Sadly, my older two haven’t taken a keen interest in reading and the library.
I didn’t read many books after my first child arrived. I stole a little reading time while riding on the metro (subway) to work in Washington, D.C., but it wasn’t enough to go through many books. When she was 18 months, we moved back to Texas and more reading time disappeared as the public transportation system is in the dark ages compared to NY and D.C.
After kid #2 came along, I started taking classes and switched to part-time work. After I finished the classes, I started writing for an excinct Web site where I did book reviews and other articles. This got me back into the reading swing again.