There is something wonderful about wandering the library stacks, smelling the old books and examining their myriad titles. I love making the mobile shelves move, individually or in unison, the gentle whirr of the motors puncturing the silence. There is reverence amongst the books. Somehow I never find what I’m looking for, but still. It is fun to try, fun to look and always the possibility of finding something else, something unexpected and thoroughly wonderful.