
Okay, I know. The BPL isn't a museum but in my own realm of reality, it is. I find this museum to be extraordinary. The frescos, the paintings, the small but unique exhibits that fill the grand rooms of the library really bring out a strange charm to the building.
I can only imagine studying there. Actually, this past week, I had the chance. I first visited this museum in late February. My friend and I strolled through the rooms in awe. I can honestly say I didn't know it existed. I come from a small town with a library built in the 1800s that houses probably just under 1000 books all which were probably published prior to 1990. Anyway, my first experience at the BPL was pleasurable and opened my eyes to the world of wonderful libraries.
Prior to a job interview down the street from the BPL this week, I sat in the library and read and really read an article for my class. I enjoyed the humble silence coupled with the white noise of people strolling by. I wish all libraries where like this. They are magical places. The hold so much knowledge and power. It makes me sad to think of all the things going digital now. There is no better feeling that grasping a book to your chest and curling up for a good read. I do not think books will ever go away but I wish there were more of them around.
Boston Public Library....you are wonderful.