I was lucky enough to spend some of my weekend as a guest alumni speaker at my old stomping grounds, the Rose O’Neill Literary House at Washington College. The Lit House is the cozy little campus spot where I did a lot of homework, met some amazing authors, and learned to play chess and develop a taste for tea.
The truth is, that when a Library expels a book of mine and leaves an unexpurgated Bible lying around where unprotected youth and age can get hold of it, the deep unconscious irony of it delights me and doesn’t anger me.
Remember when I interviewed up-and-coming author Jessica Spotswood? Well, the official cover for her debut novel, Born Wicked, has been released and it is beautiful! This is the first of a trilogy, the Cahill Witch Chronicles, and I am so excited to read it next February. If you’re interested too, it’s currently available for pre-order on Amazon.
A library is many things. It’s a place to go, to get in out of the rain. It’s a place to go if you want to sit and think. But particularly it is a place where books live, and where you can get in touch with other people, and other thoughts, through books. If you want to find out about something, the information is in the reference books—-the dictionaries, the encyclopedias, the atlases. If you like to be told a story, the library is the place to go. Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together—-just the two of you. A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people—-people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.