- Published: 25 April 2019 25 April 2019
The other morning as her ladyship, the editor, was strolling down to retrieve her morning paper, she happened to meet one her neighbors coming up the driveway. "I wanted to tell you," she said, "how much I love your little library down there. I stop by almost every day on my morning walk. I'm reading more books than I ever have because of it."
It's hard to imagine a more gratifying way to begin a day. Her ladyship's Little Free Library has been up for seven years now. Its red, white and blue paint has weathered and faded. It's wooden roof had to be covered with tin, and the original glass in its latched door has been replaced once. It has withstood yearly hurricanes and storms, not to mention the doubtful navigating talents of neighbors attempting to pull in and park their boat trailers along the side of the road and the, well, let's say "overly enthusiastic" driving of electric golf carts on any given holiday.
Nevertheless, it has become a fixture in the neighborhood, with patrons adding books as often as they take them. Her ladyship, who used to restock its shelves several times a week in the beginning, now finds herself looking at what has been added as often as she adds books to its shelves herself.
Occasionally she gets specific requests, which she does her best to honor. Such as the child who left a letter in the library asking for books about magical ducks. This particular morning, her neighbor had started up towards the house to ask her ladyship for more "Amish books." "I like to read about the Amish," she said while her ladyship dug through her pockets for a pen and piece of paper. "I like inspirational fiction. You know...not trash." Her ladyship promised to watch for non-trashy Amish novels, and in return got a few recommendations: