“The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church.” A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith.
Today is Library Lovers Day—along with Valentine’s Day—and not only do I love libraries, I credit the Kensington branch of the Brooklyn Public Library that I visited every day of the years between six and sixteen with saving my childhood. We had few books in the house; we could never afford the numbers of books I needed daily.