I’m fortunate that in my home I have a small library room with many of my favorite books, WIFI, two dogs and a wife that appear to like my company, and easy proximity to gardens, the kitchen and my various collections and workshops. So why do I go to the Peterborough Library?
Because of the differences. The change. New books. Different old books. Magazines I should read more often. Staff and patrons I haven’t seen in awhile. A sense of community that is subtle, unpretentious and comfortable. And the used bookstore that has probably sold me books that I’ve donated more than once. Must be why at least every other week I ask my patient spouse, “is the library open on Sunday?”