Bebington Central Library

Libraries are another building I cannot pass by without checking out. I have always loved books, even when I refused to learn to read as quickly as some of my siblings, and I have always loved libraries. In fact, I have worked in two different ones, doing everything from adding new books to the system and helping graduate and doctorate students do research on microfiche to shelving books in the high stacks and doing mold decontamination.
My love of libraries stems not only from my love of books, but from my love of research, and my respect for the hard work that librarians around the world do every day to not only keep these places open for those of us who fairly worship books, but also to help us research those hard topics and seemingly unanswerable questions.
This particular library is a fairly good one. It’s larger than I expected it to be, and has a fairly basic section for every basic category. As usual, though I would say they could use more craft books, more children’s classics, and more of those «must not weed» books that I cannot understand why librarians insist on pulling. Some books are as much a part of a library as the foundation stones, and should stay on the shelves regardless of whether or not someone checks them out more than three times a year.