I am trying to embrace the Calgarian lifestyle which I can unequivocally define as “cool.” I don’t mean weather-wise, at least not yet anyways. No I mean cool as in “tattoos, coffee, and bikes.” Those are the three words that stick out in my mind as I roam the streets searching for adventure. But nothing is cooler to me than books.
A large part of me fell in love with Calgary when I first saw this. I actually saw it being used right in front of my eyes by an elderly man who seemed to be homeless (you can never really know.) Having been raised in a way where going to the big city library on the weekends was what we (my sisters and I) considered to be the funnest possible activity, reading and books have a special little place in my heart. From bodice-ripping historicals to hobbit-esque fantasies, I love that feeling of being whisked away into another world and being startled out of your trance by say an airport telecom. To be lost in book-world in the middle of bustling Schipol International Airport is pure wizardry.
I don’t know of any other city where something as innocuous as this public book shelf could work. At least I haven’t been privileged enough to live in a place like Calgary before. Although being a Petroleum Wife, I may have that opportunity sooner than later.