Little Library, Big World
After
waiting too long and over-thinking too hard, I finally set up a little
library in my front yard. Little libraries are just that, a very small
space, usually the size of a small kitchen cabinet, mounted on a stick
of wood, used for distributing books to readers— freely, anonymously and
kindly. I was shocked at the results, the almost immediate results of
setting up this giant gift in tiny disguise. My neighbors, their
children, random walkers, runners, bikers, and dog lovers all stopped by
on their outdoor ramblings to see my little library. Was there a book
for them? How would I know what they liked?
It did not even matter. The books I originally stocked started to disappear. Someone apparently did like them. Then books I did not recognize took their places. It was a give-and-take of the most simple arrangement. The motto for my little library is “take a book, leave one”. And they did. And they continue to rummage through it, usually when I am not around to watch, and they apparently love it. Someone left me a note just the other day that said I rocked and that they are telling their reader friends about this great idea. I’ve always wanted to rock.
It did not even matter. The books I originally stocked started to disappear. Someone apparently did like them. Then books I did not recognize took their places. It was a give-and-take of the most simple arrangement. The motto for my little library is “take a book, leave one”. And they did. And they continue to rummage through it, usually when I am not around to watch, and they apparently love it. Someone left me a note just the other day that said I rocked and that they are telling their reader friends about this great idea. I’ve always wanted to rock.