I t was Shabbos afternoon and I had nothing to read — again. I had long finished the magazines from cover to cover. The few novels my family actually possessed I could quote verbatim; I had read them that many times. I was signed up at the community library but the waiting list for the new books was miles long. And my school’s library? Don’t even get me started on that. Their library is a pathetic joke. The most recent novel they have was published in 2009. We’re now in 2017. Do the math. They haven’t bought a new book in the last seven years. Seven years! It’s inexcusable really. I mean they manage to give us homework; they give us tests. Shouldn’t they find a way to give us books to read as well?