Little Hawk I also was like that. I remember when I was about 9 or 10 checking out a handful of horse adventure stories one week (by an author I had just discovered) and I read and read and read, parked on the living room couch. My mother would come in every so often to see if I needed anything (food) and just left me alone. Then there was the summer when I was 14 or 15 and I discovered Jane Austen. My mother had a big bound collection of all of her novels, and I worked my way through that thing cover-to-cover on all those summer evenings in my bedroom. The one reading light was on, the window was open, and I had pillows and a chair so I could move around from bed to chair for comfortable positions, but it was a lost summer of reading. I had a radio on in the room and some of the strangest songs, played regularly back then, take me back to that summer when they come on the oldies radio now.

Last time I was in Seattle I went over to take a look at my old neighborhood in West Seattle (where I lived until I was 11). When I was a child they opened a new branch library on 35th St, and we used to make the walk over there on many weekends. We were gluttons for the summer reading program. I'd guess it was a couple of miles from the house. That branch is now undergoing renovations to modernize it and turn it into a two story structure, is my understanding.

We moved to Everett and there we had a beautiful old Carnegie library building to visit. That one was probably a mile and a half from the house and again, we usually walked there. It was on my way to and from high school so I was there a lot after school.