Thursday, September 22, 2011
Book Sale at the Library
I decided to leave early for work so that I could stop by our little library beforehand. I drove all the way there in my little car (I got a car!! She's small and silver, and her name is Josephine).
I don't know whether I've ever described my library, but I will now. It's in part of a heritage building in our village, which is a light yellow with white pillars in the front, almost Parthenonian style. It has warm dark wooden doors, and the one that leads into the library has a little roof overtop of it to keep you dry. The library is quite small, but our kindly librarian has managed to squeeze as many books in as possible.
Anyway, I went in to pick up our books and saw lots of boxes of books waiting for a booksale happening the next day. I was going to leave without looking through, as I wouldn't be able to come later, but my dear librarian said she would give me a whole box of my picking for a dollar because she said she knew they were going to a good home where they would be read and loved.
I thanked her profusely and collected my treasures, stacking them on the counter. When I was finished, she tucked them all into a cardboard box and gave it to me. The rest of my day I was filled with contentment and gratitude. I honestly have the best librarian in the world.
God is so good to me.
I hope every one of you are having as wonderful a year as I am.