When I skipped school, which was often, I had a lot of spots where I liked to visit. Some safe, some not so safe.
One place I enjoyed, despite disliking school was the library at Grand Army Plaza. It was pretty cool. The facade in front is sweet. Come to think of it I think they call it, “Central Library.” We used to say, Grand Army Plaza. You knew that meant the library.
“Let’s jog to Grand Army Plaza and back.”
I never went to the library on 6th Avenue and 9th street while I was cutting class, too afraid that someone I know may see me and tell my mother. Hey, why didn’t Holy Name have a library? Or did we and I’m having a senior moment?
Last night I came across an article in the New York Times about banned books. I find this to be a complete joke. As a serious reader, I never understood this thinking. Some of the titles are funny when you see them on the list.
CATCHER IN THE RYE?
Come on man.
Did you read that book by J.D. Salinger?
Honestly, I didn’t think it was good.
Some people I know liked it, some didn’t.
Here’s the New York Times article.