Hi. My name is Ellie, I am a twenty year old journalist, and I am a book-a-holic. Yes dear readers, you read that correctly. I’m twenty, and therefore a general young ruffian you see on street corners, a journalist, therefore a liar, but most of all a book-a-holic. I just love books. Poetry, classics, romances, science fiction, teen and even non-fiction autobiographies, hilarious tomes on food writing, beauty manuals... the list could go on.
So, I am taking it upon myself to single handedly charm us young people back in to the loving arms of a novel. Put down the MacBooks, hide away the iPads and step away from the Kindle, the real books are coming back.
And there really is no better place to rekindle (see what I did there) ones love for book than in the library; its free, there’s hundreds of them and the staff are incredibly nice.
The smell alone of library books is enough to remind me of my father reading to me as a child in the local council library. A young Oxfordian entering the wonderful worlds of Harry Potter, being taken away to a magical land of wands, wizards and dangerous decisions. Three headed dog; mind blown. Reading these books has gone on to shape my entire career. I’m not the only one who thinks this way. In a recent lecture with freelance writer/model/editor David Annand (once editor of GQ Style), we were encouraged to read as much as physically possible, “at least one book a month”. ‘Writers read books. They even read novels” Annand went on. Reading promotes creativity across all careers, but as a writer it hugely influences all my work. Insomuch that although I am reporting on how good a restaurant was, or how gorgeous a lipstick is, I can reference fictitious events from the pages of my favourite books to really bring the piece to life.
The process of the library book is as much of the story as the book itself. Take the new library at CSM at Kings Cross. Stone walls, beamed ceilings and two floors of knowledge. I have been to this library almost every day for the last eight weeks and I am yet to have a day when I don’t feel content sat inside the cosy familiarity. And my local public library in Holloway is just a dream. It’s an old Victorian building, with orange brick and white windows, the floor is tiled and the walls bare grey stone. Fair enough the central heating may not work, but the welcoming feel has not been abated.
We all love a bit of vintage too. Hands up who has been to a vintage market, bought a vintage coat/bag/antique or (as I have done on many occasions), lied that a dress is ‘vintage darling’ and not Primark last season. The library book is just as vintage as those other materialistic goodies. Preowned, preloved and just waiting for you to enter the long list of previous readers.
And lastly, as a poor student- or someone who choses to spend all their student loan on food- the library is a way to get your creative kicks without paying. Library cards are free (just remember your ID and proof of address when you go to get one), and taking books out is also completely free. At my local library I can withdraw ten books for three weeks and renew this up to four times. I can discover something new every time without really having to look. As beautiful as Waterstones is, who can say they truly diverge from the Bestsellers or New In sections to find something unique that nobody else is reading. Discover the next big thing, or just lose yourself in someone else’s world.
If you want more on the latest book I have found, or have some amazing book recommendations write them in the comments below. Let’s get an online book club going a-la Lauren Conrad. Leave your suggestions and ideas below. I look forward to reading your comments, and till next time... enjoy your library!