“I’ve always loved libraries.”
My first library, the Phoebe Griffin Noyes in Old Lyme, had dark wood floors, dark walls and a library hush. A deep step led down to the children’s room, and stepping down, I felt as if I were entering another world. I won’t pretend I spent years checking out children’s classics. I wasn’t reading “Stuart Little” or “Wind in the Willows” or “The Secret Garden.” I didn’t even know about those books. Mostly I read my way through the Bobbsey Twins series, Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys and whatever else caught my interest. Not great literature, for sure. Nonetheless, leaving the library, I knew that soon I’d be home on my bed, curled under the quilt, maybe with a bag of strawberry Twizzlers, and lose myself in my book.” (from The Hartford Courant – Op-ed)
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