The thing that made me all sentimental a few years ago when I visited the Worthington Public Library, land of much of my youthful reading, for the first time in years was that I found the books I read in my youth on the shelves. I didn't look for all of them, of course, but I did look for the Eagers, and they were mostly there, reprinted because the books wear out. The librarian said that they're still very popular, as are the Borrower books. There were only a few books on the shelves that could have been the same copies I read in my youth, and those were mostly the oddball books, the ones that don't go out so often.

For that matter, it wasn't even my library. My old library was in the building next door, long since sold to a private school which has now moved on to yet another building. Presumably by now something else has happened to the beautiful old building; I'll find out on the next trip back to Ohio, maybe.