Happy Hump Day, SEers! Did you know that yesterday was National Library Workers Day? If you’re like most writers, libraries hold a special place in your heart.

When I was a kid, my parents used to take me to our local library every weekend. I’m the youngest of four siblings, and came later in life for my parents. By the time I was in first grade, they were in their mid-forties—past the point of going outside and playing ball  or chasing me around in a game of tag. As a result, they found quieter pursuits to share. My dad taught me to play chess when I was ten, and how to put ideas together to form stories. My mom shared books with me and passed on her love of reading. Both of my parents loved libraries, and we often spent Saturday afternoons camped out there.

As I got older, sometimes…