The Library

I went to the Pasadena library today. In China, I dreamed of just ordinary libraries. Anything with some English books. But this library...dang. It puts to shame any other library I have been to, excepting the Library of Congress. It was like a museum of books. The library is in this massive California mission-style building with a little courtyard in the front and imposing wooden doors. The library was spread over four levels. I kept wandering into new rooms: the business room, the reference room, the fine arts room, several reading rooms. Almost a whole floor of fiction. Cases and cases of biographies. Two whole shelves of books about trains. A whole children's room big enough to be a full-sized library. I wandered around in awe like you do in a museum, gazing on the books. It was too overwhelming to decide on which one to pick up, so I just looked and breathed in the smell. Coincidentally, it is quite near to two jobs I applied for (honestly, that wasn't the reason I applied for them. not the main reason.) Convenient...