Our neighborhood has one of these. I have walked or jogged past it many, many times but had never taken advantage of it until yesterday. I took a first step and dropped off three books. The books were mysteries that my mother purchased and read while she was visiting. She left them here, thinking that I might enjoy them and trying to minimize the weight of her suitcase. I confess that I liked to read best-seller type mysteries when I was younger, but my taste in literature and my choices of how I spend my time have changed. So the mysteries had been in the house taking up shelf space since last summer. Now they’re taking up shelf space in the little free library. I hope that someone will pick them up and enjoy them. I’ve never seen anyone take or leave a book. I’ve never seen anyone even stop and consider the contents. Since I was dropping off the books as part of my warm-up for my run, I didn’t spend time perusing the selection either. I like having charming little oddities in the neighborhood, so I’ll try to encourage the library’s survival by participating. I’ll let you know.
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A veteran English and French teacher, an optimistic but negligent gardener, and an adventurous vegetarian cook, Katherine is always looking for ways to improve her lesson plans, her accent, her pie crust, and everything else (including her waistline). Even though her younger, thinner self thought that she would have most of the answers by the time she reached her fifties, Katherine still responds to queries and challenging situations with “Let's think about that” or “I don't know; let's find out”. She employs these phrases in her classroom and in the 107 year old house she shares with two cats and the patient, creative architect who is her husband. View all posts by Katherine Saxby