She took us every Wednesday without fail. After dinner, Mom would get behind the wheel of our white Chevy station wagon, and my brother and I would scoot into the back seat with our teetering stacks of library books and head to the Auburn Public Library.It was a tricky balance, checking out just the right amount of books to last until the next week. You all know that feeling: that horrible, disjointed, queasiness of being without a book. Possibly the only worse feeling would be if you had only a few pages of the last chapter left and you had to bring it back! Sure, you could renew it, but what-if-someone-had-put-it-on-reserve-and-Mrs.-Barnhart-the-Children's-Librarian-kindly-asked-you-to-hand-it-over! Okay, there was something worse. What if it was a Nancy Drew book and Nancy had yet to tie things up with The Clue of the Tapping Heels??
I can still smell the scent of the library foyer. Even now, my heart still speeds up when I think about taking a right through those double doors and run-walking over to the Nancy Drew section. I had already pored over the list of titles on the yellow back cover, memorizing the ones I had yet to get my hands on. And would they be on the shelf today? Would someone have finally returned the copy of Nancy's Mysterious Letter?!
But the true holy grail was two book shelves over to the left. You probably already know what I'm going to say . . .
Have a great week, because guess what? Only two more days until Wednesday!
