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| - Let's put my qualifications out on the table first, shall we? Started reading newspapers out loud at age 2 (granted, they were upside down and I was speaking complete gibberish), toted storybooks with me in the car at age 5 (thereby ruining my eyes for life), devoured nearly the entire kids floor of the beloved Lisle Library, then proceeded to decimate both my Jr. High and High School libraries. So yes, I have probably spent 80% of my life in either a) a library or b) a book.
That said... the first time I stepped foot in CPL I was left breathless and giddy with excitement. In a dinky little town like Champaign, CPL is an architectural oasis with its high ceilings, beautiful use of glass and steel, and clean, well-lit areas.
Looks aside, the library is filled with everything a bibliophile could hope for. Shelves and shelves of books, organized so intuitively and neatly. An easy access section right off the entrance for new releases of books and DVDs. Computer terminals at all the right places for catalog searching. Huge tables and quiet areas for studying and researching. And the cherry on top? A small cafe downstairs to supply a book's Best Companion - coffee.
What more could I want??? Oh yeah, the amazingly awesome super cool checkout system. Maybe I'm just easily impressed but the fact that you drop your card in a little slot, spread all your books out on a small platform and hit the OK on the touchscreen and YOU'RE DONE - this system easily earns a spot in my personal list of Wonders of the World.
Honestly, I've been so spoiled by CPL that when I moved to NYC a few months ago, I ended up being sorely disappointed by the NYPL. It's like reverting to the Stone Age after riding around in a flying car - it really is enough to make a grown woman cry. (Which I did, quietly in a dirty bathroom in NY's Mid Manhattan Library upon my first visit - but let's keep that between you and me, ok?)
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