By Zadra Rose Ibañez
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside a dog, it’s too dark to read.” – Groucho Marx
Summer, Tuesday afternoon, 3pm. You find me sitting at a beautiful wooden table with the sunlight streaming in through the window panes, perfectly spotlighting my notebook and pen. I write until the sun climbs off the table and only fluorescent light illuminates my writing.
I am at the library, and I am happy. Comfortable, calm, at peace. I feel powerful: full of potential and opportunity.
When I was little, my mother would take me to the library each week to get my fill of reading materials. The children’s section was to the left of the entrance and the grown-up section was to the right. My mom allowed me to go off to the kids’ books on my own – giving me autonomy in a safe space. I remember reading Nancy Drew and the Secret of the Old Clock to my mom at bedtime, a chapter a night.