I started to draft this sMarT almost a week ago, but quit my browser before copy/pasting/saving. Then I got busy. Bummer. Hello square one!

I love to read. I did once anyway. Remember riding the school bus, there was always that girl curled up between the seats, nose in a book, not talking to anybody? She was kinda cute, but kinda more than kinda nerdy. Everyone picked on her cause being a brain was just so not cool. That girl…that was me, right up through 8th grade. Then I had to read to actually learn something. Don’t get me wrong, I love learning too, but having to read for knowledge development doused the pleasure.

I’ve been rediscovering a childhood love that awaits me, a book resting on my papasan, patient for the moment when I sit down in the sunlit window and turn its page.

Such a love, is it any wonder that the unstructured rhythm of bindings rowed upon shelves would provide joy, peace, and subtle anticipation. Where will the tall thin one take me? The one no bigger than my hand? The weighty one? Or the one rough and raw with use?

But because every good goal has constraints… What exactly constitutes a library? This sMarT is difficult, because the path that defines the end is arbitrary.