One of the greatest joys I’ve had as a child was going to my local, public library.

I remember my 10-year-old self excitedly bursting through the double doors on a Tuesday afternoon. Seeing the towering forest of bookshelves before me, I’d timidly approach and gingerly prune off one book at a time. One moment, I’m holding James and the Giant Peach. And the next, I’m standing on the stepping-stool reaching for The City of Ember, just outside my grasp.