Is relocating. To the town hall, although most of the books will have to go into storage as there isn't enough space. It's part of the move before the new main library opens in the Spring (so far away!). I went to city library yesterday - the last day it was open - and felt a profound sense of panic as I tried to gather as many books as I could. It's a strange sensation, being in a building for what you know is the last time. I realise I'm being overly sentimental, but I will never see those shelves again, never wonder around, eyes peeled for my next book. The temporary library was really close to my work; I could pop in at lunch. Now what am I going to do?
Here's a list of everything I took out:
The Age of Miracles - Karen Thompson Walker (a slow-burn sci-fi)
The Method - Juli Zeh (medicine and dystopia: a perfect fit)
Selected Poems - Pablo Neruda (because one book of Spanish poetry is not enough, right?)
Pronto 1 - Ken Hall & Steve Haworth (Spanish textbook)
Stories from Latin America - Genevieve Barlow (more dual-language folk tales)
Stories from Mexico - Genevieve Barlow (and again)
20 Something Manifesto - Christine Hassler (because I've never tried reading self-improvement. More on this later)
Spanish audio lessons A + B - Pimsleur Language Programs (I can listen to these while I knit, or whatever)
All this is on top of the books I was already making my way through - a bunch of feminist books a friend gave me, the Pinker book, original Spanish poetry book,the Shadow Rising etc.
I'm sure the new library is going to be fantastic. But I don't know if I can wait that long!
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