Bleakhouse Library is aptly named whatever you're view. If you dig it, you'd point to the obvious connection to the Dickens classic. If you're not a fan, you could use the name in a more literal context.
The truth, as is so often the case, is between the two. Bleakhouse is, like so many of the libraries round this way, very small. It is however stocked with plenty of modern copies of modern novels. You get the feeling all their dusty old tomes were flogged some time ago.
The local history section has some interesting books, including the probably epic 'Excellence in Roll Forming: 75 Years of Metsec' whose hilarious anecdotes of roll forming shenanigans had me forming my own rolls on the floor as I fell around laughing like a madman.
To calm myself down I could have sat in the garden. Sadly it was raining so I couldn't, but Bleakhouse is indeed the only library I've been to (and I'm the sort of person who goes to a lot of libraries) with a garden, seemingly decorated for and by local children (well, there is a primary school next door).
At least the place was quiet like a proper library should be. read more