This is the last library I'll be writing about for now--after today, the library booksale will be pretty much over, and my 11 year old will be on vacation for two weeks (of no homework!!!! I will be able to spend my evenings reading!!!)
Today's library, the sixth major library of my life, is in York, England. I got my master's at the University of York; although the program in medieval archaeology was certainly appealing, I was also taken by the prospect of improved access to English children's books. And happiness! The library had large numbers of books I wanted to read, including many by Lorna Hill (author of many fine ballet books, none of which the library seems to have anymore). Making friends with someone who owned all the Noel Streatfeild books I'd never read was nice too.
Of course, now I'm banned from giving blood here in the US, because of the risk of mad cow disease. My children are quick to warn me when I display its symptoms (which is often).