I grew up in libraries.  “Nerd.”    Hey, I heard that! My grandmother worked in our local public library, and the ladies in Acquisition and the Book Mobile took me under their wings. I got to read all the fresh, spines uncracked books right as they came in. And because they also took care of removing the old books, I got to page through the vanilla scented browned paged discards, occasionally spiriting a volume away from its doom. I gained a lifelong love of old children’s books (and new children’s books, as my children’s hundreds of books attest) from my time in the back rooms of the library. That’s my reasoning behind dedicating most of an entire weekend volunteering at the Read Local Book…