For some reason I was thinking the yearly book sale was in November.
Obviously I was completely deluded in this matter. How stupid would that be;
a sale just at the busiest time of year? But I was hoping because
I am in a reading mood this autumn, and books in Sweden are very pricey.
The cheapest pocket books on-line are still around 50 SEK (8 USD).
But I like paper books - and I don't own a tablet.
So then Cinnamon man comes out and says: Why don't you go to the library?
The idea totally blew my mind. The library. Do you guys remember those?
I stared at him while I processed his innocuous inquiry. Living in the middle
of nowhere for 6 years has obviously caused me to forget certain societal services.
My weekly therapist appointment takes me to a nearby town where I also
attended high school back in the day. So this week I went in a little early to try out
this "library" thing. I expected to remember where it is located when I drove
through the town center, but no. I had to ask for directions. Embarrassingly
(and logically) enough it turns out to be situated in the building next to the high school.
I think it must be 10 years since I last had a library card, but it took me less
than 5 minutes to get a new one and to, electronically, check out a couple of books.
All for free - even the parking! Walking out the door, two heavy books in hand,
I felt stupid for not remembering this option earlier. I also made some observations:
1. Library books are hardcovers, and they're often oily and grimy.
2. (Some) library interiors haven't changed since 1982.
3. The newest books and editions are booked months beforehand.
Unknowing walk-ins like myself won't find any best sellers on the shelves.
4. At the desk, the stern whispering old ladies have been replaced
by young service minded staff and flashy technology.
With this ode to the library I also want to direct your attention to a suitably
autumnal blog event starting Tuesday and running through the rest of November: