If Dancer could, I swear she would live at the library. Our nearest one is about 15 miles a way and she still goes a couple of times a week. I also imagine her during a stressful situation (child birth perhaps) and someone will tell her to go to her happy place and, instead of warm beaches, she will imagine herself in the stacks at the library.
Here she is coming out of the library where she picked up a pile of movies and books she had ordered. We waited in the car when she ran in.