A small-town library, this two-story building smells of books and quiet (and a little like mildew, probably an old leak somewhere in a wall or the ceiling). A front desk gives away to rows and rows of shelves, with little tables interspersed here and there for people to work. Signs advertise "reading adventures!" for kids, request people to "volunteer your time" or "donate your gently used books." There's a bin out front to return books, and a row of public, impossibly-slow computers that badly need to be updated are available for those with a library card, tucked along the back wall of the downstairs. Upstairs is mostly the research stuff, the dusty books that get far less use.