We have these miniature libraries in our neighborhood. They’re tiny, painted houses that sit on wooden posts at the end of someone’s yard or a street corner. People fill the libraries with books they no longer want and other people pick through them, deciding on their next read.
It’s a great system. You can help out a neighbor and get rid of something you’re finished with, all while promoting the worthy cause of literacy. I recently picked up a novel that I’d read in 6th grade. I remember liking it then, but not much else. In reading it again, I saw what I’d enjoyed the first time. There was a spunky young girl, a layer of injustice, and a bit of a thrill. So basically, my life.