Home—not so much a place but a state of mind. Three doors down from my home in San Francisco there’s a converted mailbox that serves as a little free library. I discovered the bespoke luggage version in Vinalhaven on a walk downtown, one sunny afternoon. At first I was comforted by its sight—recognizing the shared love of books and a trust in the community to care for this modest depot. It even came with a water bowl and cookies for canine readers. Then my thoughts turned to protection—what if it rains?! I decided it was the community’s problem. I was just a visitor. Turning my back to the offering a free books, I stalled back to the car. I’d already scooped up two books for $2 at Second Hand Prose.