Why I Can’t Live Without Libraries

I’m hooked and I know it. I love libraries. Time spent in a good library thrills me to no end. Okay, you are thinking, what’s the big deal? Well, for all these years, and I mean way back to the days when I was a little girl growing up in Detroit, I have found solace in libraries. The neat rows of books, the glide of book carts, the aroma of discovery are all deeply reassuring to me. I was only 10 years old when my father died suddenly. I took sanctuary in my local library where I was consoled by the order and reliability of the place. Later on in high school, I spent my free time in libraries preparing for debates and researching papers. I came to know specific librarians who always led me to the good stuff. I still use libraries today; despite Google’s flirtations.

But I never expected libraries to love me back. Why would they? They are institutions for God’s sake. But this week, WorldCat, an online catalog of over 49 million records, shows libraries have been acquiring my book at a steady clip. Better yet, the Chicago Public Library system has honored me as the 2008 Charlotte Kim Scholar in Residence. Oh, my. I am so deeply gratified. After all, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of requited love.