Cardiff Central Library

Something that became obvious during the whole house moving thing was that I own a lot of books.  I mean, I knew I had a lot, but when they starting filling box after box after box I realised that I have more than just “a lot”.  Especially history books.  If you want to read a biography about someone who’s been dead for over a hundred years then I’m your girl.  In that category there are a lot of books that I bought purely for research purposes for writing and haven’t picked up since.  Now acutely aware that storage is not infinite, last week I did something I’ve been meaning to do for a while: I joined the library. 🙂

I vaguely remember the old Cardiff Central Library.  We used to go there if Mum was taking too long shopping in Marks and Spencer’s and right before going on holiday to stock up on a few beach books.  Unfortunately one year a couple of the books never made the flight back and we got blacklisted for a while… oops!
I can’t really call the new Cardiff Central Library new because it’s been up and running for quite a number of years now, but it’s still looking brand spanking new.  The inside kind of reminds me of that Escher engraving with all the staircases because the entire building up to the top floor is open with staircases and walkways going everywhere.
The view from the top is pretty special though, especially on a sunny day 🙂

I used the library website’s search and reserve function on my phone to find the books I was after.  I picked up a couple French History books I need for the next books I’m writing.  The history section is huge!  I was like a kid in a candy store… or, a nerd in a library?  Hm.