I grew up in a very small town. (Very small, 500 people small)
Public library? Nope.
I had stacks of my mom’s Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden books. I reread those things until the spines were beyond repair.
We had plenty of young children’s books. Little Golden, Berenstein Bears, etc.
But when I hit a certain age this girl needed some BOOKS. Some real, heavy duty, sink your teeth into, life changing BOOKS.
Enter my maternal grandparents and the Bookmobile! I will never forget the first time they took me. Grandpa brought a box with him and filled it up to the top. A box! Full of books! I thought it was the most fabulous thing I’d ever seen. I was inspired and drunk on the possibilities of all those books, all those words. In a van that came to my little town.
Thank you Bookmobile. You kick ass.
The Relentless Reader 