I’d been going through my old diaries from teen years. I had diaries because at home there were nothing but bleeding mountains and crappy sea all around. There was virtually nothing to do. We didn’t have a TV, either. Other families had televisions, but us? Oh, no(!) It was books and diaries all the way, baby.
What did brighten my omg-life-here-is-so-bloody-boring life was a twice-per-month visit from a mobile library. It was a cross between these two mobile libraries: