I remember when I first discovered the library. As a young girl, I used to sit and stare at the Scholastic Books order form in despair because, being poor, there was no money left over for buying books. Certainly, my parents would never actually buy me a book.
To say that I grew up in a dysfunctional home would be an understatement. In my first visit to the library I was estatic when I was told that I could take out up to ten books. Ten!!!! Can you imagine me - arms loaded, stumbling - books torn, more...
