In Honor of: 
Thousand Oaks Library
Thousand Oaks, CA, USA
Why I Love My Library: 

Behind a brick floor dotted with trees and benches lays a short concrete building with the words “GRANT R. BRIMHALL LIBRARY” placed above glass doors in metallic letters. Walking through the doors, past a surrealistic sculpture or two, and down a ramp leads to an enormous gray room with nothing other than dozens of maroon bookshelves to break up the monotony.
But I knew that behind these two shades hid many, many colors.
I spent many years in the children’s corner of the reading room, but eventually I changed—and so, too, did the library. As enormous as it was, there was just so much paraphernalia in the library that the children’s section was actually rather small—or so the people in charge thought. The next thing I knew everything juvenile from Magic School Bus to Goosebumps was piled into a gloriously colorful new room in the back.
It could not be farther from the two-tone nature of the main library—puppets of all shapes and sizes now peered gleefully behind a new desk; soft benches shaped like books lined the floor; a 3,600-gallon aquarium incurred the admiration of many a child.
Most importantly, however, the picture books were now clearly separated from the “chapter books,” and I dove headfirst into this new section. When I finished series like Harry Potter and grew tired of Diary of a Wimpy Kid, the young adult section was waiting for me back in the main library, the once drab and faceless shades now appearing quiet and peaceful.
This is what I had been waiting for. Alex Rider! Pendragon! Eragon! The Sea of Trolls! Warriors! Malice! Gone! Soon, I found myself going every week, and walking down those corridors today is just as much a trip down memory lane as it is a search for the next great adventure.
Of course, with all those tales packed pleasantly in my brain, my writing skills flourished. While rarely directly writing science fiction or fantasy during school, my grades prospered in many honors and AP classes and I eventually joined my high school’s journalism class. In my articles I used my substantial knowledge of narratives to write my stories in an exciting way, while still making sure to present the facts accurately.
As I grew older, my tastes similarly matured (or at least changed)—and my local library was more than happy to return the favor. Discworld? Knock yourself out. Carl Hiaasen? You betcha. Dave Barry? Be it his novels or his articles, the library has both. With the library guiding me to these and other writers, I was able to get to where I am today—rolling into an English major at a university with a 4.03 GPA and snagging a job writing humorous articles for a major website
As I look to my future, I see myself becoming a truly talented writer, and I simply would not have such dreams without my local library.