I was in an elementary school library this week doing volunteer work. As I shelved books, I thought about the first time I saw a library. I was nine. It was located at the school I’d just started. I remember the wonder of all the books around me. I remember selecting one about a boy in the Middle Ages. Was it a Newberry Award winner? Some day I’ll have to google and see. And I took one about Julius Caesar. Why? Very likely because it was there. Until then, the only books I’d touched were schoolroom readers and the comic books and historical novels I snuck from my grandfather’s shelf. A whole world had opened up for me, and I fell in it.