This week we got the news that Shropshire are going the way of so many authorities and sliding their public funded libraries into volunteer control. I don’t think my son would be so much of a reader without access to public libraries. Sure, he would be able to read, and read well, but I’m not sure the compulsion to read for pleasure would be there. I know some kids who will pick up a dog-eared Enid Blyton just to have something to read but I don’t think he’s like that. He’s been brought up in a world where the presentation of narrative and knowledge is constantly updating. My childhood world was of repeats, rigid schedules, and limited choice; rereading books and comics came as naturally as watching TV repeats. Now the narrative world presents endless choices, and being able to select 10 new titles a week from the local library was a gift. No other word for it. It was a beautiful, heady, absorbing, and delightful gift. Ten titles every week for the first decade of his life. Hundreds of books every year – that experience would never have been possible without a public library.
Sometimes we got the same book out again and again. We went through whole series: Elmer, The Little Princess, Amazing Machines, Blue Kangaroo, Horrid Henry, Beast Quest, Scream Street, Harry Potter, Alex Rider, Skulduggery, and many that I have forgotten until I see them in a bookshop or sale and I smile when the words slip into my head. Round the Corner, Not Far Away. Bing begins another Day.

I remember the delight on his face when he saw Fizz the Fire Engine, the book he knew so well from the library, in a bookshop, and we had to buy it because he wouldn’t let it go. Not just endless storybooks; in those pre literate years, we had ‘looking at books,’ generally of vehicles; emergency, space and military being the most popular. So much knowledge that you absorb at your own pace, as your own mind grew, without fear of being monitored.

Public libraries should be more than branded coffee and free Wi-Fi. At our beloved library in Bishops Castle, we were always made welcome. Generally we had ordered our books online beforehand, and after a while it became normal for my son to rush in, drop off the books he’d finished with, and dart behind the library counter to see if any books for him had arrived. We would go in the early evenings, so we could go to the pub afterwards to look/read at our books. Another family would often come in at the same time. They would drive down in a mud-spattered Landy; Dad still in wellies and work clothes, the little one in pyjamas complete with teddy bear, and the two other children in school uniform. The Dad would usher them in, it was never a long stop, they knew what they wanted: books for bedtime, books for school, books for adventure and books for reading together. The nearest bookshop was an hour drive away and might as well have been on the moon. We all knew the library was the place we could dip into knowledge and dreams. Choose ten. Every week.

337 public libraries have closed since 2010