Living in libraries
What is the purpose of a library? What is a library? A safe place, a place where the imagination can run riot, a place where I can find a job or learn a skill or use the computer or discover something new, every single day.
I love libraries. One of my earliest memories is of the parking lot of the old Santa Cruz Carnegie library, getting into the car with an armload of treasures.
As a writer, it is an honor to have my work on library shelves. There are ten thousand places in this world where I will never visit, but where I live, where people love me, through the time-soft pages and scratched plastic jacket covers of library books.
As part of this week’s National Library Week celebration, and the end of the celebration of my 20th anniversary as a writer, I’m giving away five pieces of myself:
There’s a complete set of the Kate Martinelli novels, from A Grave Talent to The Art of Detection, for the person who moves me the most with a statement of what a library is to him or her. Your entry can be anything: photograph, poem, letter. Send it (or a picture of it) to me here, no later than midnight on Friday.
We love libraries.