I've lived in Lethbridge several times over the years, and I am truly impressed by the improvements to the Lethbridge Public Library that continue to happen. The addition of plants, a small patio area, a coffee place all make the library very homey. Their audio collection is quite good and even the poetry collection is reasonably substantial for a small library. For me, their efficient interlibrary loan system is the best part, as I tend to read quaint not-easy-to-find poetry books and biographies. I particularly like the friendly staff.( What a contrast to the Galt Museum, where I recently went for an interview and was met with a limp-cold handshake, a glare, and a stone face by someone who obviously didn't want me there, after I'd been invited. And, at least the library doesn't sensationalize its building by claiming it's haunted, by about a dozen ghosts.) Anyway, 95 % of the staff at the Lethbridge library are extremely nice and helpful to everyone, it seems. (The staff even puts up with a group of knitters, who in my less than humble opinion would be better off over in one of the bleak old areas of the Galt, rather than taking space readers and thinkers enjoy.) I like the mix of cultures and people of all ages who go to the library. The free parking is a nice bonus. The friendly security people make one feel safe. The free chocolate at Christmas time was thoughtful. The children's library situated downstairs is great, as it keeps the noise level down and away from main floor.The beautiful orange and blue fish in the rock-like pool on the lower floor are a lovely added touch of nature. Even though the architecture of the building has changed over the years, it doesn't come across as an absurd mixture of steel and brick, nor is it hauntingly depressing.. Whoever did the work integrated nature via plants, the patio, the large windows, the fish etc. with humankind's greatest present: books and words! Thank-you, Lethbridge Pubic Library staff for making Lethbridge a better brighter progressive place to return to, and not some old drab ghost-story ridden memory on a ravine in the midst of dry land prairie.