Little Library DIY

We made our own little library! Our little library is not only an accomplishment of a yearslong fantasy, it is also a constant source of joy when people stop by and a great excuse to buy books. I did most of the planning and designing, with construction and style guidance from my parents and my partner Cory and our friend and housemate and generous feudal lady PJ, and fixing from Cory, an actual mechanical engineer, when things broke. I think PJ wanted to buy a professionally built little library, at least at first, but I wanted to do something ill-advised, amateurish, in retrospect possibly manic, and from the soul and also to use a dremel for the first time in ten years.

Our little library is painted black and the books have a sometimes spooky tint, because we live in a not-yet-painted-black house that may or may not have its own soul (and if it does have its own soul, or a visiting soul (other than our visiting souls, of course), it is absolutely a spooky one) across the street from a graveyard in Salem—which of course means that most of our neighbors and subsequently most of the visitors to our little library have died. Spooky books are often also joyful books, and hopeful books—but sometimes just spooky.

This is a blog post about how we made the library/libraries. Spoiler alert, it ends up looking like this:


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Ingredients

Here’s everything I bought to make the library:

  • A reasonably-sized waterproof bathroom cabinet, to serve as the larger library—we painted it black, but this one was originally white, which already looked very nice as a potential library
  • A narrow waterproof bathroom cabinet, to serve as the small library—this one is dark brown, since it was closest to the intended black, but it also comes in white
  • A five-pack of 8×10″ plexiglass, to serve as the windows
  • Durable, waterproof plastic file folders, to serve as the roofs—in black since our library is black, but you can get colorful ones instead
  • Mounting tape, to attach the windows and the roof
  • Black outdoor paint, to paint the cabinets our preferred color, which was black—but you can choose a different color, or you can choose to not paint your libraries at all
  • Barrels to plant your libraries in—I bought these fancy wooden bucket barrels (18 inch, 15 inch, and 11.5 inch diameter, one for each library and the smallest destined for flowers). I like them a lot because the real wood and its smell and its texture and the metal handles were important to me because smells and textures are important to me in general, but they are expensive; cheaper, perfectly acceptable, possibly more durable plastic bucket barrels exist, and different sizes and shapes and quantities of the wooden ones—this is the fun part; you could even get this weird wishing well planter I’ve been trying to find some excuse to buy (but I have nothing in particular I want to do with it and nowhere in particular I want to put it) and stick a library in it, which is what I would probably try to do if we decided to add a third library

And here are things we already had that we also used:

  • A dremel, to cut out interestingly shaped window-holes
  • A sturdy pocketknife, to cut the plexiglass to fit the window-holes
  • Variously sized small pieces of scrapwood, to attach the roofs to and to make lock-type turning mechanisms so the doors don’t blow away
  • A drill and drill bits and screws, to attach the roofs so they don’t blow away and to attach the lock-type turning mechanisms
  • Lots and lots of rocks
  • Dirt
  • Flowers
  • A very strong glue to fix things when they break, like JB-Weld or Gorilla glue

And some things I bought to put in the library once we built it:


Methods

Here’s how we built the library.

First, I assembled the smaller of the two shelves. (In retrospect, I should have waited until after dremeling the doors, but it worked out fine.)

The shelf fit nicely in its intended bucket, as intended, with some books in it.

I dremeled windows into the doors of both the small shelf, which was easy because I just sliced the spaces between the horizontal gaps, and the larger shelf, which was more challenging. I tried to make the windows large enough that you could see in and see the books. I considered adding more windows to the other sides of the shelves, which you could if you wanted to, but we decided on just the doors.

(Does what I’m doing make you slightly uncomfortable? It probably should. I have no training in this except Science Olympiad in high school.)

I also reoriented the doors of the larger shelf to open in opposite directions because that is more interesting.

Here is how the larger shelf looks, dremeled and assembled:

I like how the large shelf looks as a white shelf, and white might be a good fit for a different project, but we had a whole vibe planned so it had to be painted black. I think it turned out nice and dramatic.

I measured and cut as large rectangles of plexiglass as would fit across each of the doors of the small shelf, covering the windows I had dremeled in (and which had partly already existed before my dremeling). I attached the plexiglass to the doors using mounting tape, which apparently is used for cars so it is probably good enough for this purpose as well.

I cut small straps off a skirt belt I didn’t like and curled them into door handles for the larger shelf, and attached them using mounting tape as well.

Then I cut and attached the plexiglass windows on the doors of the larger shelf—big rectangles covering both the big window holes and the little door handle holes.

Here’s how they turned out, with books inside:

To make a roof, I decided to use file folders, supported by wooden blocks that had been used to deliver furniture. Here is what that brainstorming looked like.

I painted the wooden blocks black and used mounting tape to attach them to the libraries.

I wanted the roofs to be waterproof, and black, so I ordered black plastic file folders and used them as roofs, attached also with mounting tape. Cory told me that when he was improving on this idea later he mentioned my use of plastic file folders as roofs to a coworker, who said that non-engineers sometimes come up with creative ideas to engineering challenges that a person boxed in by an engineering education might not have come up with. A very kind compliment.

They turned out quite nice, I think. Very witchy and spooky.

Here they are in their buckets, outside. We reserved the bottom part of each shelf to fill with rocks so that the libraries would be heavy and more or less sturdy. The shelf comprising the smaller library is actually upside down—the now-bottom shelf used to be the top shelf, intended to store toilet paper.

We bought flowers to plant in the buckets alongside and around the libraries:

Here is Cory planting the flowers. We planted the flowers on the sides and filled the rest of the space in the buckets with dirt. The smaller of the shelves is entirely dedicated to a flower we saw a lot of bees on, which seemed like a very good sign.

Here is how they turned out, after sunset and full of books. Very spooky and cozy:

We bought a ton of books to fit in the libraries. Here are some of the books we bought:

We dedicated the hall window overlooking the libraries to the books we plan to add to the libraries. Here they are at various moments. We ended up moving them from the windowsill to a dedicated shelf under it because there got to be too many.

PJ officially registered our libraries. Here are the fancy materials they sent us, including a little plaque:

Here are the libraries with their plaque. PJ also got a gorgeous flag and a wooden sign and little reading owls sculptures.


Here’s where dreams meet reality, and it gets a little sad—but happy and better afterward. Around Halloween we had a very bad windstorm and everything that could blow away did. The library flag blew away and we found it somewhere down the street. The roof folders blew away and we did not find them. The skeleton hand you can see in the mulch also blew away and we found it later near the graveyard (maybe it was trying to return home). The fence came down, thankfully missing the libaries.

There were two problems we kept running into: one was wind and the other was rain. The roofs kept blowing away, and mounting tape was just not doing the trick. And the doors kept blowing open, letting in rain and getting the books soaked. Twice a door was blown open hard enough that it broke off.

Cory is an actual engineer. He made nice wooden door locks to keep the doors from blowing open and drilled them into the libraries.

Cory also fixed the broken door with superglue.

Finally, Cory added additional wooden supports for the roofs, and drilled screws through the roofs into the supports. No more flying away.

I’m very grateful to Cory for supplementing my—um—creativity with thoughtful and weather-aware actual engineering. Here’s how the libraries turned out, with their improvements:

And here they are now:


The Free Book Cycle, Crayons, and Answering Reader Discussion Questions for Don’t Look Behind You by Lois Duncan


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I blogged previously about my love for our neighborhood’s little libraries. If you are like me, and you ever feel lonely or disconnected, then maybe you, like me, could benefit from buying and donating your favorite books as a valued part of a good de-lonelying. You get to experience the fun of shopping, the anticipation and thrill of getting books in the mail and finally holding them in your hands, maybe the comfortable adventure of rereading a favorite story, a lot of nice walks with a nice destination, and finally the hope that you’ve given a favorite piece of yourself to someone else who really loves it and that that part of you might be out there making the world better for them. If you can afford it (and it’s cheaper than you might expect), I recommend it.

This time, I also bought a big pack of crayon boxes, because I love crayons and I think I would have loved to find a box of crayons as a child, especially alongside a great book, and I wrote little notes in the books and in the crayon boxes, including a favorite inspirational Neil Gaiman quote.

As much as I give I apparently also take. Here is our добыча from Salem’s Free Book Day on April 10th. All or at least the vast majority of these books will, of course, eventually make their way back into the free book ecosystem.

So far, I have read Finlay Donovan Is Killing It, which is about a writer writing fiction about (and definitely not engaging in, certainly not for substantial supplemental income, and absolutely not as research for her next book) murder for hire; The Messy Middle, which is not about murder for hire but is about working through the middle of any other kind of long and difficult project (something like, perhaps, a PhD); and My Name Is Awesome, which is about naming things and is really more of a pamphlet. My partner Cory is reading Company of Liars. Happiness, happiness, happiness.

One of the books I bought for my little library donations was a favorite from a previous life, Don’t Look Behind You by Lois Duncan, which is a fictional suspense story about a family that goes into witness protection. Growing up I really, really, really loved anything and everything by Lois Duncan. I still remember the exact shelf in my middle school library where Lois Duncan’s books lived. I checked that shelf every time I got to go to the library to see if there were new-to-me books that had previously been checked out. Whenever I did get a new Lois Duncan book I remember not being able to sleep until I was done reading—by flashlight under the covers (worth the vision loss? maybe), promising my dad every time he noticed the light under the door that I’m of course going to sleep (absolutely not, but worth the sleep loss, I think). It was delightful to reread.

When I finish a book I enjoyed I usually read through to the acknowledgements and, if it’s a teen book, the reader discussion questions. Just for fun, just this once, I decided to actually answer them.

1. Until April was called out of class, she didn’t know how much trouble her dad was mixed up in. Do you ever wonder if your parents are hiding secrets from you?

What an odd question to ask your middle school English class: “Children, are any of your parents secretly tied up in anything suspicious? Maybe an international drug cartel? Please, speak clearly and slowly into this microphone.”

(And no, I don’t. But I also believe that if my parents do keep secrets from me it is healthy and okay, because we’re all adults and we are all allowed our own private (non-crime-related) lives.)

Discussion questions are off to a weird start.

2. Is April’s life back home really as perfect as she makes it sound? Explain.

April has a boyfriend, a nice house, a sport she is both good at and deeply invested in (a helpful combination, to be both good at something and interested in it), friends, and a family that loves her. That sounds great. I think that’s a nice life.

3. Lorelei and April’s mom are very different. Do you know people who are very different from their parents? In what ways are you different from your parents?

I really enjoy stories about women in a family, especially women from multiple generations of a family. There is so much that goes into a multigenerational family relationship—your expectations of each other through the different stages of life as each of you changes, how that relationship changes into adulthood and old age, the childhood scars and fears that each person brings in, the unexpected things that bring you closer or farther apart. I love how Meg Wolitzer explores family and friend relationships over time, especially in The Position and The Interestings, and I really like Gilmore Girls for the same reason. The first time I watched Gilmore Girls I was closer to Rory’s age; Rory was my main character and her relationship with Lorelai was the most interesting part of the story to me. Now that I’m closer to Lorelai’s age, Lorelai has become my main character and her relationship with Emily and her professional growth are the most interesting parts of the story to me. I wonder how my experience of the show will change if I rewatch Gilmore Girls again in the future, maybe when I hopefully someday have my own kids.

My mom, my maternal grandmother, and I all have the same voice—I guess it is passed down on the maternal line. My grandmother is a bit more high-pitched (she sometimes sets of fax machines), but all three of us have very expressive voices that can’t be distinguished from each other over the phone. Otherwise the three of us are all very different, and those differences are magnified by us having lived through very different times and experiences and having grown up in different cultures. Exactly as we should be. I think we complement each other well.

4. When April listened in on Max’s call to Jim about the threatening letter her dad received, she decided not to tell her mom. Did she do the right thing? Why or why not?

I definitely think that in a scary story it is generally very important to the protagonists’ survival that they openly and immediately communicate all scary-story-relevant information. So no, not the right thing.

5. April complains that her family’s time at the hotel with Jim is boring. What would you do if you were stuck in that situation? Would you be bored watching TV all day, with no friends to talk to?

This was a very interesting book to read at this time. In the book, April is trapped indoors by the witness protection program. In the real world, we’ve been isolated and to varying extents removed from our lives by the pandemic. (I’m not sure which sounds more fictional.) Based on the past year, I know that I would watch a lot of TV but that I would not watch TV all day. I would probably spend more time on the balcony, or whatever outdoors I could reach. I would get more books (clearly) and spend as much time as I could with them—and maybe some plants, too. I would miss my friends and family a lot.

6. Since she was quite happy with her old life, April is reluctant to start a new life in the Witness Security Program.
Other people might find it exciting to start with a clean slate. Have you ever fantasized about starting fresh in a place where no one knows you? If you could reinvent yourself, what would you change? Where would you move?

I, like April, have a lot invested in my current life and have worked hard to build many things that I care about—I wouldn’t want to start over. A change sounds appealing, but not a clean slate, except perhaps the kind of clean slate that comes from finishing projects and getting to start new things that I currently can’t even imagine. I do think it would be fun to do something new—not too new, but a little new, having finished previous projects to my satisfaction and taken some time to read and think. That kind of clean slate sounds nice.

7. If one of your friends disappeared without warning with her entire family, what would you do?

I would assume that my friend got deported. I tend assume that my friends are not going to be deported, but I have been wrong in the past. It is very sad when something like this happens.

8. When Larry first invites April to the movies, she’s worried about being faithful to Steve and doesn’t want to go on a date. Later she finds out that Steve hasn’t waited for her. Taking the situation into account, would you wait for April if you were in Steve’s shoes? How long could you wait without even knowing what happened to her?

I’m not in high school, and my partner is my partner of almost a decade—if he disappeared to go into witness protection and I did not even know where he disappeared to, my world would crumble. For that reason I imagine we would disappear together, though I also wouldn’t want to leave my family so maybe we could bring them too.

If I were me from high school and my boyfriend of perhaps several months moved across the country without saying goodbye, I don’t know that I would look too far past the surface of the situation. Boyfriends move, and while a cross-country move is a lot to hide, sometimes people hide things they aren’t thrilled about. I would be upset but, in high school and as my high school self, I’d probably move on quickly.

9. April really loves playing tennis, and her skill is a big part of her self-image, so she takes it hard when she finds out she can’t play on the team. What interests, hobbies and talents do you think define you as a person? What would you be unwilling to give up in a similar situation? Are there certain things that are so important you could never sacrifice them?

I think any means of creative expression, especially one you are good enough at that you are reliably able to commit a piece of yourself to it and feel truly seen by other people through it, becomes an important part of the self. I can’t imagine tennis being that kind of expression for me, but I do not play tennis. I am especially sympathetic to April’s mom, who had built a writing career she was proud of and now couldn’t write, not even under a pen name.

10. When April presses her dad for the reason he put the family in danger, he says, “The real truth is, I wanted to be a hero” (p. 120). He explains that he’s never felt important in his life, and this was his big chance. Do most people want a chance to be heroes at least once in their lives? Why or why not?

I think everyone wants to feel that they’ve made a positive impact in the world, preferably in some way that is personal and validating. This scene was a very valuable part of the novel. I don’t know that I would have sympathized with April’s father without it.

I think this question ties in to the previous question. To April, her legacy was tennis. To April’s mom, her legacy was her writing. To April’s dad, his legacy was what forced the family into witness protection. No one got to keep their legacy except April’s dad, and living his legacy stripped the rest of his family of theirs. That’s not how it should be—families should support each individual’s independent life and work and whatever mechanism they’ve found for sharing themselves with the world.

11. At the end of the book, April seems to come to terms with her new life. What would you miss most if you had to start over? Who would you most want to be able to see again?

At some point in The Messy Middle (from my Salem book haul) the author says that we should value our projects and jobs and situations and the people around us not only by how much we want them now, but by how much we would want them and fight to get them back if we lost them. For me, that’s a lot.

I would miss my friends and my family the most. I would miss my home—both Cambridge and central Pennsylvania. There is something very comforting in the particular plants I’m used to seeing around me, and in the clouds and the rain and the hills and the forests. I don’t think I could comfortably live for very long in a desert or in a warmer climate or in a very different part of the world. I don’t think I could live at all without my family or my partner.

And of course I would miss the life I’ve built for myself and the hope I have for it. I would miss all the little parallel tracks I’ve built, and I would always wonder where they would have led if I’d gotten to stick around to see them.

—But I don’t have to miss it, any of it. It’s all mine.

To end, an inspirational reminder to myself and to anyone else reading this, because art is important and uplifting from both the receiving and the creating side of it—

Little Libraries

It is getting cold and there is a pandemic and sometimes it is lonely. If you would like to do something nice, here is a nice thing you could do that feels extra good because it is also putting a bit of your soul out into the world to share and for people to love.

A lot of people in our neighborhood and surrounding neighborhoods and towns have been putting up little libraries. They make me very happy. They are all decorated and in pretty shapes—often house shapes, which is delightful, but we have also seen some carved into stone walls and some are simple large plastic bins with a library label. I don’t keep track of where the libraries are, and the books are not organized or distributed in any particular way, which makes stumbling on them and looking into them a special and surprising experience. I’ve found some unexpected books I don’t think I would have otherwise read. Finally, I really enjoy the experience of browsing in a library, of knowing the layout of my favorite shelves and what books live there and physically holding the books and reading the summaries on the back and feeling the pages between my fingers while I read a bit before checking a book out. In elementary school at AJLA we used to have special days when we got to go to the library as a class, and we got an entire chunk of dedicated time to just browse. I think we had a limit to the number of books we were allowed to check out at one time, because I used to get special permission to visit the library extra times during the week if I finished all my books and finished my classwork, and it was always very special to me to get to go. I still remember my room and the layout of our house from when I was that age, and I also still remember the school library and where each section was located and what books were on each level of my favorite shelves (I was especially obsessed with Lois Duncan). We live right next to a library now but I haven’t had the experience of checking a book out in person since the library switched to virtual ordering for the pandemic, and I miss it, and the little libraries have given it back to me.

I took photos of some of them to share with you:

Cambridge in general often has lots of books out on the sidewalk for people to browse and take:

You might have noticed that a lot of the little libraries are associated with Little Free Library, but not all of them are, and all of them are good.

Because the pandemic has made getting my favorite books a little more challenging, I’ve faced the reality that the local library is not indeed a massive extension of my personal book collection (nor my home office). In other words, I finally got around to buying my favorite books. I bought most of them used, to replicate the library experience as closely as possible (some of them are actually from actual libraries), and since used books are so cheap I bought several of each. I kept one of each book, and the others we put in a particularly empty little library in a particularly well-used public park. Here is round 1:

And here are rounds 2 and 3, coming soon:

It is a small nice thing to do, but it is very special to me, and I think I will be doing this somewhat often (especially since shopping and bidding on things are their own fun). It is a very cozy thought that at any moment today, someone might be discovering one of my favorite books and maybe it will become their favorite book, too—and maybe they’ll keep the book and reread it, or maybe they’ll put it back and someone else will enjoy it, too.


Here are some nice photos from throughout the past few years, some pre-pandemic, mostly mid-pandemic, in no particular order: