One from the Archives: Libraries & Me

One from the archives: this post was originally published in 2017

Going to the local public library with my mother and checking out books with my very own library card is one of the most vivid memories from my childhood.

It felt so grown up and powerful, to be able to take whatever books I wanted, to then go home and spend time reading, whether I was slowly savouring every new word, or devouring chapters at breakneck speed, to find out what happened next.

Choose Your Own Adventure Doctor Who books were a favourite, along with Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl, and The Hobbit. 

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School Library

At secondary school, the school library very quickly became my sanctuary, a safe haven away from bullying threats in the playground or lunchtime football games that I didn’t want to play.

It was a comforting, quiet place to explore new books and old favourites.

One lunchtime I read all of Roald Dahl’s George’s Marvelous Medicine, and went to my afternoon classes feeling giddy with the thrill that I had devoured a whole book in only an hour. I felt sure that my classmates would be jealous if only they knew the story that was now stored inside my head.

I went to the school library frequently, and got to know the other kids that also hung out there. One of my classmates spent all his lunch hours reading reference books, storing away facts and figures to boost his already overflowing fountain of knowledge. He was the smartest kid I ever knew, and I was constantly trying to get better grades than him (I never succeeded, I had to be content with second place).

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Public Library

Visits to my local public library continued during my teens, although I now went there alone rather than with my mother.

I used the library to try out new genres, to explore unfamiliar authors, and to seek out books that would somehow help me discover who I really was, or lead me down some path that I just couldn’t find by myself.

Like most teens, I was self-obsessed, and needed to find books that spoke only to me. I wanted to be deep and meaningful, but despite my best efforts, I remained wallowing in my own shallow pools of self-importance.

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Gap Year

My world was too small, I needed to venture further afield. I read books at the library about these mysterious things called gap years and after reading all the ones I could get my hands on, I decided that, yes, a gap year was most definitely for me.

I read about volunteering in foreign countries, and using library books as evidence, I talked my parents into letting me go, aged 18, to live on a kibbutz in Israel for three months that summer, as soon as I’d finished school.

Japan

After university, I lived in Japan for three years.

There is nothing quite as frustrating as being in a foreign library, surrounded by books that you can’t read. Instead, I’d make monthly trips to Kyoto, to go to the few book shops that stocked English language books. It was a poor substitute for going to the library, and much more expensive.

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Internet access

Upon returning to England, I once again spent many hours in my local public library, but now it was to use the computers, so that I could keep in touch with my new friends around the world. The library became my internet cafe, and the books suddenly didn’t seem so important any more.

Gap Year 2.0

Another gap year beckoned, this time in Vancouver, Canada. As soon I was able to, I joined my local library there, and took out books to read on the beach, on the bus to work, to read anywhere, really. That Canadian library card gave me power that I hadn’t felt since I’d been a child.

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America

A six-year adventure in the United States followed soon after, and once again, getting a library card was top priority.

I remember going to the local public library, with my official documents to prove that I was eligible to get a card. The lady behind the desk probably had no idea how much that library card meant to me; here I was, in a new town, in a foreign country that I had decided to call home, unable to work yet due to my visa situation, with lots of time on my hands.

That card gave me access to free music, free magazines, free books, free knowledge, and a place to go to hang out when I had nothing else to do.

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Library employee

Within a few years, I ended up working part-time in that library, initially as a shelver, and then as a library assistant, working alongside that very same lady that had issued me with my library card.

Parenthood

I became a father, and took my sons to the library every week, to attend the wonderful story time sessions. I formed friendships with other parents. We even had breakfast in a diner every Wednesday morning; a group of us exhausted parents and this expanding brood of noisy babies and toddlers, before all going to the story time together.

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Community

That public library became the centre of my world; not only as my part-time workplace, but as somewhere I could rely on, where as a stay-at-home dad, I knew that my kids and I would always be welcome, whether we’d be there to enjoy the air conditioning on a hot day, or just to get out of the house for an hour.

There would always be friendly faces who didn’t mind that my two-year old was playing noisily in the children’s section, or that my newborn was crying. And yes, there were books, and magazines, and CDs and DVDs, all ready for the taking, all improving my quality of life in immeasurable ways. And it was all free.

And now? I work in an academic library, in the UK, as a part-time library assistant. My passion for libraries remains.

What do libraries mean to you? Comment below!

5 comments

  1. When I was at university I spent a lot of time in the uni library, so I could absorb as much information as I could. I’d often look up things that were related to my course, but weren’t essential reading just to broaden my knowledge. The fact that I could rent out videos & DVDs also meant I saved lots of money.
    This is probably the most time I ever spent in a library, but I feel it was time well spent. Nowadays, the internet is my go-to place for info, but I can see how important libraries are for people who want safe spaces or to access hard copies of things.
    Interesting post, thanks for sharing.

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  2. I love libraries, the Central Library in Manchester is ace and a perfect place to go and write. The reading room is stunning. I’m not very good with deadlines so I tend not to borrow from a library but I like to go for reference stuff. Plus they have a lovely cafe haha

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