Hee! I'm just surprised that there are people who don't feel that way. (Which: those are the people who are always that one person in TV commercials, aren't they? You know, the 'nine out of ten moms choose Jif' and then you're left to wonder if number ten was scared by Mr. Peanut when she was little, or if she spends hours staring at the squabbling brood outside while thinking, "I have $86,000 in student loans to repay for this?" before she hits the gin ... actually, I don't know what my point was here.)

I put part of the fabulousness of libraries down to their smell. It -- I can tell there's old paper and bookbinding glue in there, and maybe dust, but that's not entirely it. Heroin, maybe? Idk.