15 years ago, I walked into the library and proudly asked "Harry Potter wa doko desu ka?" Where is Harry Potter? The books were in high demand and I had heard they had English versions at the library. I would have bought them, but English books are so expensive in Japan - typically 2-3 times the cover price. Sometimes the cost was worth it. Other times, I decided eating on a regular basis was more important. So, any time I could find English books for free, I was eager to crack them open. I borrowed books from people that were practically strangers on more than one occasion!
The librarian looked at me with confusion. So, I asked again, with a bit more emphasis "Hair ee pot ter wa doko desu ka?" She slowly asked me how I had come to the library, by bike or walking. I told her I had ridden my bike. She smiled and took out a map. She then began to give me directions. Very confused, I started pantomiming for book and repeating "Harry Potter." A look of understanding and relief came over her face as she finally understood what I was looking for. She then took me to the English section of the library where the first couple Harry Potter books were located.
I couldn't stop laughing for quite some time. She thought that I had asked where the helicopters were! She was giving me directions to the local airport. Luckily there was an airport in town. Otherwise, where would she have sent me? I still don't understand why she didn't take me to the kid's book section to show me a book about transportation.
Despite this miscommunication, I read tons of the books at that library. Not all libraries even have an English section. And I always considered myself to be lucky - although I still spent hundreds of dollars for books anyway.
Recently, my husband took our son to the library to get his library card and check out a few books. I didn't join them because I cannot get a library card until I get my residency card. When he returned, I asked about adult books in English. He hadn't even checked.
So, a few days later, I was meeting someone in front of the library. I intentionally got there a bit early so I could check it out myself. I walked right up to the information booth and asked "Eigo no hon onaigaishimas." English books, please. He kindly smiled and walked me over to the English section. I am not kidding when I say my heart started fluttering! It was shelf after shelf of glorious books in writing that I could read and comprehend. I almost started crying. I love to read. And the sight of all those books made me so happy.
Books in English aren't just something I read in Japan. They are a method of escape. A good book can take you places. I can explore new lands or be taken to a certain time in history. I can laugh and cry along with another person as they go on a personal journey. When I feel overwhelmed with cultural differences, a book is a saving grace for me.
After looking over the shelves, I picked out a classic - "Mary Poppins" by P. L. Travers. I've always wanted to read the series. They have three of the eight books. Now I just need to find some quiet time to curl up with my book.
In 2017 my family headed to Tokyo. My husband had a new job and my son and I came along for the ride. This move was my second move to Japan - the first was for a year in 2002. At that time I was a single, recent college graduate. Moving abroad as a family was a whole different ball of wax. As I live this crazy life in Japan, I track our adventures and my observations, creating an unofficial guidebook to the city.
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