Libraries are chic. You heard it here first. When I was a little girl I lived in the library. My father would drop me and my sisters off to be babysat by books (great parenting technique I might add) and we’d spend hours reading. I remember our neighborhood library being a pretty magical place. It’s where I met Encyclopedia Brown and Nancy Drew, became a member of the Bernstein Bears family and the Babysitter’s Club and fell in love with words.
As a child raised on reading, I’ve always been studious and one of my favorite places to spend time to this day is the library. No it’s not 1OAK on a Friday night but there’s a majesty and quiet in being surrounded by books.
While I’m not a library snob (party snob yes), the New York Public Library pretty much annihilates any branch I’ve seen. The enormous stacks, the arched ceilings and giant columns and the ferocious lions out front taking guard. I imagine when the clock strikes midnight they get up from their post and gallop around the city. It’s more a castle of books than a library really.