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That Scary Place Called the Library

Posted April 12, 2014 in Dreaming Novel Things, Features / 9 Comments

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Dreaming Novel Things is a feature in which I discuss book related subjects, but in a creative way. I’ll use interviews, narratives and lists to talk about book trends, book opinions and bookish matters. If you have any book related subjects you’d like to see me discuss just leave me a comment below!

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As a bookworm, it’s almost expected of me to love the library. After all it is a place dedicated to books, FREE books at that. As a child however, I fell short of this expectation. Through my nine year old eyes, the library was a dark, cavernous place, one that would swallow me up hole if I stayed too long.

Maybe I had watched The Pagemaster too many times as a child or maybe I just had an overactive imagination (but then, what bookworm doesn’t?) but the stifling silence would choke me in my purple overalls. I couldn’t help but huddle close to my parents until they would push me off, eager for me to explore this dark, dank world that seemed so vast. With reluctance and an upset stomach I ventured into the land of bookshelves so tall and tried to steel myself for the unknown.

I didn’t feel the warmth or welcome walking down those aisles. I was certain that the dragon woman who called herself the librarian was out to get me with her piercing glares and constant shushing.

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“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

I felt alone and cut off from my voice like Ariel from The Little Mermaid, not able to cry out for my parents for fear of the shushing.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

The books on the shelves didn’t feel like my books at home between my red Dr. Seuss book ends. These books looked fierce and accusatory, challenging my right to walk among them. In those dark aisles shadows danced and played. Some books looked like they had fangs while others seemed to have  claws. To this day I swear I saw an encyclopedia with bat wings. These shadows played with my mind and sent me running through the aisles in search of light.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

My nine year old self found it too easy to get lost in that scary place called the library. The bookshelves themselves were giants and being panicked never improves one’s sense of direction.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

I was trapped, caught among words. Silent words that were oh so loud, roaring at me to succumb. But I was so scared to open even one book and that fear sounds irrational but words have power and I understood this even at my nine year old age. I was intimidated by this power, frightened of what I would find lurking between the covers.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

Now at the age of twenty two I still say ‘that scary place called the library’ but not out of intimidation, but out of respect. I walk into the library and am greeted by the same dragon lady (some things never change). Although her eyes no longer pierce and she’s lost the ability to breathe fire, she still whispers:

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

I tread carefully among the poorly lit aisles, no longer full of doubt but filled with awe. The shadows don’t take shape of sharp angles and dark creatures. Instead they bring you closer to the books, not intending to suck you into some unknown void, but to pull you in just enough to glimpse a view of worlds beyond imagination.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

The silence isn’t stifling. It doesn’t choke my thoughts or send me into panic mode. Instead it provides clarity. In the silence I am able to hear all that is unsaid: the rustling of pages, the shuffling of feet nearby but most importantly– the words. Keeping hundreds upon hundreds of books in one place creates an energy that radiates. The words vibrate in the air and speak to you, whether you’re listening or not. That’s why as I child I was so intimidated, I was overwhelmed by all the words, permeating the very air I breathed.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

The library is a remarkable place. It’s a place where words run wild and free. It’s amazing, but powerful. Tread carefully and learn to listen to everything it has to say.

“Sh, Sh, Sh…”

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Dreaming Novel Things is a feature in which I discuss book related subjects, but in a creative way. I’ll use interviews, narratives and lists to talk about book trends, book opinions and bookish matters. If you have any book related subjects you’d like to see me discuss just leave me a comment below! There’s hundreds of bookworms […]

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