Coca cola obsessives. Smokers. Ice cream aficionados. Even those who succumb to socially unacceptable drugs— or moderately acceptable highs. Reality show followers. Sports fans. Compulsive shoppers.
I have something in common with the entire group. I love libraries. I can't go into a library without borrowing a book. If I'm states away without a library card I'll still visit a library and walk down their book aisles—perhaps I'll see a book I must read.
Several years ago I discovered a small library in Prospect Harbor, Maine—Dorcas Library. During the summer, the library stays open on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday 1:00-4:00pm. I fell in love with both the view and the history.
According to the posted information they began in two rooms—one room was for the members of the Dorcas Society, a Christian women's group. They met and quilted in one room and the other room held donated books. This was a volunteer operation—still is.
The first time I went into the Dorcas Library I noted a framed placard in a prominent spot: Acts. 9: 36
In Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha ( in Greek Dorcas); she was always doing good and helping the poor.
The last time I visited Prospect Harbor the placard no longer held a prominent place on the wall—but was still in evidence. I rather missed the first location.
I keep a notebook of books I want to read.
Today I went to my local library to return a book.
"Anything here for me?"
"Two books on their way."
So I went upstairs to browse and passed a display rack of books that people had read, loved, and placed in a box of reader suggestions. The librarian places those books on a shelf—hoping to garner interest. I selected a slim volume by a familiar author. Then I looked on the shelves for the same author and took out another of his books.
In my ever present purple pack I had one barely started book and another halfway done.
At home my stacks grow as if I am busy fertilizing the shelves.