When I was little, we used to go to the library as a family once a week. We went in the evening after dinner, and we could each take home four books. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it was often the highlight of my week. Even now I can remember the excitement of sitting in the car with my four new books, and I had usually made a start on the first before we even arrived home. I remember as a teenager a teacher telling me that I wasn't reading enough because I hadn't written much in my reading log. The truth was that I was reading so much that I was too embarrassed to write it all down.
I must admit that I'm a bit slack at taking my own children to the library. I have no excuse, it's on the way home from school and we can detour past it every day if we want to. We do have a lot of books in the house, and I'm lucky enough to receive a good number of review picture books in the post too, so I've become a little lazy.