I’m pretty sure I am not the only one who gets giddy about the idea of going to a library, much less a library as iconic and massive as the New York Public Library. Being a bit of a book-lover myself, I get a kick out of seeing my books arranged on shelves even though I have more books than shelf space at the moment. Let’s not even start with my to-read pile.
I was supposed to write my New York City posts sooner, but a) I got lazy, and b) some projects had to take priority. But we’re doing it now for reals, because I’m afraid that I won’t be able to convey my thoughts as eloquently the longer I drag. (Plus I still have two pending travel posts to write!)