***stardust

*smiles gently* some things in life never change...

Homework fell entirely out of my mind at the prospect of fresh library books. At first I reigned myself in, allowing one Oscar Wilde fairy tale, then I would do the reading for my philosophy class.
But then...
The impossible allure of a promising book...which kept its promise, drawing me right in, not letting my fingers stop turning to another page, where perfect stars waited for my eyes to fall upon them...
(Stars are going to be liberally scattered through my writing for days, I know right now... the book is Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli... I still can't quite draw myself out of the Young Adult section, I was wondering why... and I think the stories are better there. Maybe it's just that the books themselves are more accessible and there are fewer gratuitous period romances and things, but... I think there's more space for imagination when your audience is younger, and imagination is something I'll never run short of...)

Read the book cover-to-cover, pausing only to copy down lines I particularly liked...

Not a thought of classes entered my head, I only occasionally thought about what time it might be, a long playlist of various trance playing in the background...

I can't proclaim it the greatest I've ever read or anything, but it was very good, and had some really beautiful moments that will shimmer in my mind for awhile yet...

Libraries are such very wonderful things, I'm so glad that I never quite forget them.

(I went into the small one in town for the first time today, on my way home, walking through light showers of cool rain. Looked around a little, enquired about a library card, returned an hour or so later... My method for chosing books hasn't changed either - I arrive with one or two in mind, I look through the books by favourite authors...and as for the rest, I wander and flip through whatever happens to catch my eye, a title or a binding...shouldn't judge a book by its cover, I'm the first to agree, and yet...this is how I find some of my favourite things. Found a few books of Wilde's fairy tales in the children's area, didn't find Faust, realised Wuthering Heights was most certainly *not* the book I'd thought of looking for (I get the titles of a few of those sort mixed up now and again)... Ended up with five books - three from ya, one from fiction, one from the children's - and a cd of a few Samuel Barber pieces.)

My library card was ready for me by the time I went to check out my books - a piece of cream-yellow pasteboard, an odd size somewhat larger than a credit card, with a barcode and my name affixed to it with a large clear sticker.

There may not always be much in them, but I love small towns...for the slightest reasons, for the details.

*Ananda Daydream * 2:52 AM * *

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