The Libby app put a refuge in my pocket when I needed it most

A year ago, I had a book problem.

Specifically, I had nowhere to put them. I’m a New York City renter, not a Disney princess. There are no floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with sliding ladders that I can hang from, singing about the last banger of a novel I read. It used to be that I’d carry a box of books to my mom’s house anytime I ran out of space on my rickety Ikea bookshelf. But when she got sick, I promised myself to make do with…