Thank goodness I didn’t have Ruthie guiding my first trip to the library. My mom took me when I was 7. It was one of the old Carnegie biblio-palaces and smelled of books and magic and far-away places. I checked out a foot-high stack of 1/4 inch thick kids books every time we went and began a life-long love affair with both books and libraries. I was always too busy reading to make much noise—nobody had to shut me up.