Dark Stacks & Dusty Books

It seems as though life is all on-line these days. All the research I need to do, my communications, my (non-existent) entertainment -- it's all scrolling and clicking. I have nearly forgotten the pleasures of strolling and picking instead.

Yesterday I had to get some actual books out of the library for a research project I'm doing. After narrowing my search down to the general area on the proper floor, I had to simply wander up and down the aisles until I found the right section of the stacks. Had I but known that it is conveniently near the professor's office!

I found my books quickly enough. Then, from force of an old, old habit, my eyes started scanning the shelf. Book after book called out to me, luring me with their dusty pages and intriguing titles. It is probably fortuitous that the next row over lacked more than the dimmest light from a flickering fluorescent or I would still be there, sitting on the floor and piling books around myself. Next time I'll bring a flashlight.

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[ckm]

ATTAWAYTAGO!! That's my girl! Holding up the Family Tradition. Never mind all this modern clicking and scrolling; books LIVE! Glad you rediscovered this noble, ancient pastime. If you're not home by July when we get there, we know where to find you.