New York Public Library Hours Sunday Novels & Stories

"That's why you should come here in New York more often." "I will if my schedule's free. It's all packed lately." He smiles ruefully. "I'm looking forward to it." I smile back. "As much as I want to invite you over for tonight, you're already leaving." "Tonight? What's happening tonight?" "Well our building always host this first Sunday of the month thing. People who resides from our apartment usually camps out, just the park near the building. Some takes out their guitars and have a sing-along. Others would just stargaze. Some would have a barbecue cookout all for everyone's consumption. There are free homemade beers for the adults and hot chocolate for the little kids. It's actually always

The rain was hitting the tall windows of the Cedarville Public Library like handfuls of gravel. Owen sat at the front desk, scrolling through the late return fees on his computer monitor, the blue light reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses. It was 8:47 PM on a Friday. The library stayed open until nine on Fridays, a policy Owen had never understood. Nobody came in on Friday nights. Nobody except the rain and the quiet.

Library is a must visit on Wednesday afternoons for two hours. Horses should be ridden around the house only on Fridays. “Wow, I would like to do this. Haven't ridden a horse before”I giggled. The family gathers every Sunday for breakfast and the garden picnic. “Sounds good if they are nice”. I rolled my eyes. I heard a knock on my door, “who is there?”. “It's me, Olivia, it’s time for lunch”she announced. How time flies, it’s lunch time already. “I will be there soon,”I said. I exhaled, it’s another moment of going through harsh words and dirty eye contacts from the family. I wish I could just get my food in my room and avoid them.

“But would it be okay if I still got a quick tour?” “Of course!” Ethan seemed eager to show him around. “Actually,” I cut in. “The library is closed on Sundays.” “Bummer.” Ryan shook his head. “I was really excited to see the layout.” “Well, I suppose a quick tour wouldn’t hurt.” I said, trying to be nice. “Are you sure?” Ethan asked. “I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble.” “I’m sure.” I waved. “Besides, even if we did get caught, Mayor Pippins worships you.”

He thought about what Frances had told him about the south edge and believed it was true of the Farrow platform also: the whole reason, from ten until three. He thought about the library reading room on the solstice Saturday. The room not in use today — the programme ran on Thursdays, the library open on Saturdays for general use. He thought about the corner and the north window and the December light quieter than October, the quality the four-year-old had drawn in the blue notebook. He thought about the corner waiting on a Saturday, the angled seat empty, the north light constant on the wall where the light did something, the room attending to no one and prepared for everyone.

Sunday afternoon in New York. I didn't feel like I was drowning.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 7th, 2021, arrived. It's morning was like every other one I had awakened to. The sun was bright as usual, its rays filtering into my room through the window, the beige curtains had been drawn aside the previous night to let in the night's fresh breeze. I woke up with a yawn, my hands raised above my head in a stretch. My digital clock, on the bedside table, read 8:21 am. I sluggishly pulled back my blankets and dug my feet into my comfortable bathroom slippers. There was no need to rush my morning activities; I had nothing scheduled for the day as my Introductory classes at NYU Stern were scheduled from Mondays to Fridays, and I could not meet up with my friends because they

~ Helena ~ I prepared to go to work the following day. I worked as a librarian at the Moon Public Library (MPL). My work time varied from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. on Monday and Wednesday and 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. on other days. I had a day off only on Sunday.

"I guess, although I never saw it whenever I visited them. It was up in the attic behind a stack of cartons. I know this sounds crazy but sometimes when I look at it I get the feeling it's looking back at me." Mike gave her quizzical look. "Yeah? Interesting." Before she had a chance to ask him what he meant by that he was at the front door, looking back at Jamie. "You planning to decorate tonight?" "No. I'm taking the day off tomorrow. My assistant and the volunteers work on Halloween and I work a Sunday for each of them." Mike frowned. "The library is open Sunday?" "Only once a month." Her lips thinned. "We used to be open seven days a week but budget cuts did us in."

SATURDAY, AUGUST 7th, 2021, arrived. It's morning was like every other one I had awakened to. The sun was bright as usual, its rays filtering into my room through the window, the beige curtains had been drawn aside the previous night to let in the night's fresh breeze. I woke up with a yawn, my hands raised above my head in a stretch. My digital clock, on the bedside table, read 8:21 am. I sluggishly pulled back my blankets and dug my feet into my comfortable bathroom slippers. There was no need to rush my morning activities; I had nothing scheduled for the day as my Introductory classes at NYU Stern were scheduled from Mondays to Fridays, and I could not meet up with my friends because they