Saving the future

As a child an off hand comment always stuck with me “A drug addiction would be cheaper to feed than keeping you in books” I was often accused of eating and devouring books, another statement as a child I could never quite understand. Why on earth would I want to ‘eat’ a book, sure they smelled great but reading them was much more appropriate than trying to eat them.   But as I look back, the comments began to make sense. As a child I could devour up to four books on a good day in the school holidays reading for up to 12 hours straight oblivious to the world. I often emptied the local Barnados charity shop of whole shelves at a time to keep up with my expensive addiction, but even then I was craving more and bar turning to a life of crime I wasn’t sure how to fuel my costly addiction to ink, paper and worlds of infinite possibility.   I had noticed a building, old and dusty looking next to the local swimming baths, I had passed it many times and never had the courage to venture in until one day a school visit opened my eyes to all I had been missing. The first thing I can remember was the smell. Even today in this digital age of kindles and computers there is no comparison to that smell. Paper and ink, the heavenly smell of books. If they could bottle it as a perfume i’d wear it everyday. Next, was the view that graced my eyes, shelves that seemed to touch the heavens...