On the 21st of November on a cold Tuesday, I decided to battle procrastination, the occasional depression and laziness and step out of the house and find the Oldham Library. This was a place I’d already bookmarked to go to last month when I arrived, but anxiety had other plans, but this time, I told the bitch to go fuck herself(not without carrying my brother for moral support).
For book lovers, heaven is a metaphor for bookstores and libraries. When I walk into a store, the first place my legs take me to is the book aisle. I love to peruse books. Look at the kind of books the store has. I usually don’t have money at hand(working towards that book baddie lifestyle), but while the knowledge might weaken my spirit, being around the books is sort of great.
When I decided to walk the whole journey to the Library, I had no idea what I’d be expecting, but there was a sort of vague picture in my head that I couldn’t give up. Something simple, beautiful and smelling of old books. Trust me, what I expected and what I saw were two different things. I don’t know why I thought a modern library would look the way it had in my head, but I know that it’s way more extravagant than I would have thought.
The library is gorgeous, please. Books every freaking where. It filled me with such a childlike joy I couldn’t get over, but because I’m cosplaying as a shy, awkward darling with a purple hoodie, I had to use style to take pictures and videos. Trust me to choke the people on my contact list and The Book Lovers’ Cove with jealousy. Give me the wicked Book Girlie badge.
I love how the shelves are labeled with each genre and while I think there should have been a special shelf for just romance, I know how it can be exhausting to look through thousands of books and arrange them. Overall, it was a sight. The thing about being me is that I’ll peruse through the books and not pick anyone because I know I have more eBooks to read and even paperbacks at home. The life can be exhausting.
Looking back to when I was in Nigeria, I think the Library in the former university I attended, Edwin Clark University, was fairly good. I usually went there to sleep or charge my phone or study my books and stuff, but the fiction book collection there isn’t bad at all. I went to the Library almost everytime to the point I was called “Library girl.” It was a bit embarrassing, but I learned to chest it. Yes, I’m a bookish nerd. Deal with it.
I think one thing that used to piss me off about the Library was the examination period then. Tell me the reason why from the beginning of the semester to when exams are quickly approaching why students wouldn’t even bother to glance at the Library, but once it was examination period, everyone just happened to be there and there were no seats? In my mind I would be screaming out: Get the hell out of here, you dumb assed lots! You only come here because you don’t want to fail your embarrassing selves! Leave!
Good. I got that out my chest.
Before I end this blog post, I have an advice for you as a book lover to a fellow book lover, I totally recommend checking out your local Library or school Library. You’d be surprised there’s much more gold for you to dig. You can also be a pretentious bitch like me and take pictures for the gram and choke your fellow book lover friends with envy. It’s all part of the book lover’s life.
Pardon me, I know it’s been a while since I uploaded a blog post last, but I had to deal with personal issues of my own before I couldn’t face you all.
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