I used to love libraries. I would collect library cards from from every city or state I’ve lived in, I have 7 in total. Libraries were my safe place growing up, I spent countless hours in the library at school and near my house, the librarians knew my name, they were my friends, more than happy to get books brought into the library on my recommendation.
The library itself was a place of solace, the smell of books, the ability to get them for free, to borrow as many as you need and return only to take out more. Libraries were amazing!
I went to the library this weekend and stepping through the doors was better than coming home. There were so many books waiting to be read, I was giddy with excitement. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on some of the books that have sat on my TBR pile, but when I went to look up books on the catalogue I was shocked at how many authors were not listed, more than half of my TBR came up empty, name after name. Worse, this was the Central Branch and yet nothing. Penelope Douglas, Krsiten Callihan, K.A. Linde all didn’t have books and if they did, it was limited to two books out of their collection. I was devastated, the one place I could always count on had let me down.
Is this because there are more and more self-publishing authors? Is it because ebooks are taking over the book world? Why is it that the number one place for free up to date books was so lacking in up to date books???
Nevertheless, I went in with hope of leaving with a number of books and came out with just three because I was desperate and there was nothing I wanted but if I left empty it would have been for nothing and we can’t have that, so I borrowed,