My local library is quiet during the summer weekdays. It’s small, even though it’s meant to service the 50,000 or so residents in my neighborhood in New Jersey. It’s about two blocks from where I live, so I visit frequently to give my kids a place to safely explore and eye all of the colorful décor and illustrated books. The librarians have made a ritual of coming out from behind their desk to make faces and entertain my 2-year-old son and 8-month-old daughter, who they’ve dubbed their unofficial mascot.
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