unypl: “The Gift of Asher Lev,” by Chaim Potok Borrow I Read I asked him for the shot and he said sure; he asked me to send him the picture. After he gave me his address, he went back to reading. Suddenly he looked up again and he said, “You know what I do with books on the subways? When I’m done reading them, I bring them here and I leave them all around for other people to find.” He stood up as his stop was approaching, and he continued, “It’s like my own kind of library. My own Underground Library.” I stared at him at that moment. I wanted to say hey! That I have my own kind of underground library too. I worried though, that I wouldn’t have enough time to fully explain, and that my quick words would just be absurd. So I let it go. I watched as he put out books before getting off the train, and I felt grateful, for the moment, for this man, and for the meeting. 

unypl:

“The Gift of Asher Lev,” by Chaim Potok

Borrow I Read

I asked him for the shot and he said sure; he asked me to send him the picture. After he gave me his address, he went back to reading. Suddenly he looked up again and he said, “You know what I do with books on the subways? When I’m done reading them, I bring them here and I leave them all around for other people to find.” He stood up as his stop was approaching, and he continued, “It’s like my own kind of library. My own Underground Library.” I stared at him at that moment. I wanted to say hey! That I have my own kind of underground library too. I worried though, that I wouldn’t have enough time to fully explain, and that my quick words would just be absurd. So I let it go. I watched as he put out books before getting off the train, and I felt grateful, for the moment, for this man, and for the meeting.