I love libraries. They’re so full of, well, books. I remember getting a library card in 1966 that was good until 1969. Three whole years! I was so happy.
I read the book reviews from the New York Times and NPR, so I regularly get the benefit of someone else’s opinion of a lot of books. But sometimes I like to inject an element of surprise. At the library, I’ll take a look around in the shelves near the specific book that I have chosen. I wonder, what is on the shelf below? Behind? Across? At the other end? Every once in a while, I decide to check out an extra book from one of these shelves, just to randomly broaden my horizens. Exciting stuff, right?
Not too long ago, I was pleasantly surprised to find a new mystery/crime author who had seven books in a series. I found her just by looking at the bottom shelf of where I was standing. I finished book four and am looking forward to the other three. That’s one of the things I appreciate: finding an author with several books published and whose work I like.