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When I was sixteen, I started my first job at the Oceanside Public Library, a job
that I, naturally, assumed would entail sitting at a desk, answering the occasional
question, and spending the rest of my shift powering through as many books as I
could. Little did I know what being a library page actually requires: pushing a heavy
cart of books from shelf to shelf, feebly explaining to patrons that I was not a
librarian and therefore unqualified to answer their research questions, and climbing
into the dusty book-drop bins each evening before closing where I became
increasingly paranoid that Id reach for a book and instead pull out a spider or a
snake or any other creature that might have found its way inside.
Maybe life as a library page wasnt as glamorous as Id hoped. Still, I felt at home at
the public library where Id spent countless hours ever since I could sign my own
name on a library card. In the coming years, I again returned to libraries, working
for three years at my universitys music library and spending so much time in the
humanities library that a friend once told me that she suspected Id been
abandoned in the stacks as a kid and raised by the books.
I was, in a sense, raised by books; most writers are. And the library was where I
learned to love reading. In the library, I read with abandon. I abandoned books I
disliked. I dabbled in everythingmysteries and thrillers, romances and classics
picking books Id never even think about reading today. Amidst the constant
pressure I felt to succeed at school, I loved the library because it was a place where
failure did not exist. There was only trying, only discovery, as I found, again and
again, all the strange and marvelous books I never even knew I could love.
As an adult, I sometimes miss the open wonder with which I approached books as
a child, before I had the wild idea that I might write a novel someday, before I
cared about taste or reputation or craft or technique. I try to protect that sense of
wonder that still flickers inside me and Im grateful to my childhood public library
for sparking my interest in books, for allowing me the freedom to nurture my
curiosity, and helping me grow into a person who asks questions of the world.
Brit Bennett
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