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<\/a>Ours had a long flight of steps that went up to the solemn, curved stacks of the adult library, a place visited by kids only when they needed something up there, a rare occurrence.\u00a0 The library also had a concrete ramp with a slight curve that led down, below ground where the children’s books were.<\/p>\nIn the spring and early summer the concrete had a musty scent, cement and soil, a comforting, familiar smell that greeted me often as I made regular trips down the ramp.\u00a0 The library had summer reading programs complete with prizes and stickers and I loved them.\u00a0 Prizes for reading!\u00a0 A thing of wonder to this boy bookworm.<\/p>\n
The hours I spent down there, reading or finding books, fed a now lifelong habit and a love of books, not rare editions or signed first editions, but of books themselves, purveyors of wonder and mystery.<\/p>\n
My favorite book was the Silver Llama, a story of a young boy and his llama, somewhere in the Andes.\u00a0 I remember its silver cover, the rounded spine that always felt smooth against my thumb.\u00a0 Even after I quit reading it, I would visit it from time to time, just to fell the spine and see the dull shine of its silver.<\/p>\n
Libraries are still among my favorite places on earth, temples to generosity, human creativity and self education.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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