The Future for Curious People - Pg 29

   I love the smell of books, the dust motes spiraling in sun. I love shelves and order. I love the carts and metal stools on wheels. I love the quiet carrels and the study rooms. I love the strobing of copy machines, the video and audio bins. I love the Saturday morning read-alouds for kids and how they try to hush when they come in; all these books can still demand a bit of awe. I love the teen reading groups, clutching books to their chests, little shields protecting them from the world's assaults--those are my people. I even love the homeless shuffling in--it's warm here with running water, safe--and the couples who make out in the stacks. I don't blame them: books are sexy after all.