A book lover’s dream

I was in class the other day when my professor made an offhand remark about the Library of Congress. “Yeah,” she said, “They have a copy of every book printed in the United States. Though I usually don’t like libraries, I instantly fell in love. Imagine the access, the sheer amount of books. What if one of my books was in there one day? It seemed too good to be true.

It was. After a little research, it turns out that it’s not every book printed each year. It’s a research library, so you can’t check books out. Still, there are 10,000 items filed a day, with hundreds of miles of shelves. Pretty darn impressive. I wonder why I never heard about this before.

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