Bookmark: Be like me and book it to the library

Celeste Ng gets it.

The "Little Fires Everywhere" author recently told the Star Tribune that as a child she spent long afternoons in the library and checked out armloads of books. As a college student, she shelved books to earn money. Her latest novel, "Our Missing Hearts," incorporates libraries, with librarians as the heroes.

I wonder if she's kept every library card or memorized the bar code so she could check out books if the card is forgotten? I have, on both counts, because I'm all about libraries, too.

It's not that I never buy books. When I was much younger, I would sneak off to the mall bookstore — a scholarly stuffed owl in the branches of a fake tree greeted customers — while my mom grocery-shopped. With my allowance tucked into my red patent leather wallet, I would look over the books, calculating what I could afford but most often leaving without buying anything. There were just too many to choose from and I only had so much to spend.

It was easier to make a decision when my mom shopped at the grocery store across the street. A nearby drugstore had a wire rack of books featuring girl detectives like Trixie Belden. There were fewer books and they were more likely to be in my price range, but it was still sweet agony to leave with just one.

The library, however, offered stacks and stacks.

I've never tired of running a finger along the spines, reading the titles, noting the jacket art and finally pulling a book from the shelf and flipping through its pages, knowing the only decision I have to make is figuring out how many I can physically carry out. All that's needed is a card (or a memorized bar code!) to take books home. Kind of miraculous, really.

I have found there is reward in waiting: It's such a lovely surprise when the email alert finally arrives in your inbox letting you know it's your turn. If you happen to forget you've been waiting for a particular book, all the better. An even bigger surprise awaits.

When reserved books do finally hit the shelf under your name (or the last four digits of your bar code, which is how it works at the library I regularly go to), they tend to come all at once — kind of the Murphy's (Dewey's?) law of the holds list — but that's hardly a problem anymore with so few libraries charging overdue fines. Keep the books as long as you want! Although I will say I appreciate a deadline. I own piles of books I have never read and probably never will because they didn't come with a due date.

If you're willing to forgo a physical book, an electronic or audio version can sometimes be had more quickly, but to me it's not the same. Checking out books is about the act of going to a library, that sometimes architecturally glorious edifice (I'm looking at you, George Latimer Central Library in St. Paul or Minneapolis Central Library, for starters), and walking through hushed rooms lined with shelves chock-full of discoveries. A miracle, indeed.