The card machine buzzed and hummed as the thin plastic card slid out of the front slot. My mother took it out and handed it to me. My first library card. Armed with this and the knowledge that I could borrow as many as 20 books at a time, starting from age 8 I went to the Concord Library once every week, sometimes more. I wasn’t picky about genres or authors; I devoured everything from history to fantasy to literary fiction. It was a perfect rhythm of mine that I still preserve today: borrow, read, return, repeat.