When Z was in the Peace Corps and I was living at home, I made a lot of trips out to this library. It was usually out of my way but reading was a great way to keep myself from wallowing. However, I do remember eating a lot of Cheez-Its while watching Monk reruns, which I'm pretty sure counts as wallowing.
I love going in knowing exactly what I want and where it is but I also love walking through the stacks and pulling out books that catch my eye. Sometimes I do actually judge a book by its cover and I've read a lot of great books that way. I always wish I could be one of those people organized enough to keep a list of the books they read. Then maybe I wouldn't have come home, read the first twenty pages of Southern Lady, Yankee Spy and realized it was way too familiar for me not to have read it before.