The first time I visit Mangere Bridge Library, a man is finding out he's next in the queue for big trouble. The reserve queue for Big Trouble by Dave Barry, that is. Ho ho.
I'm not sure anybody actually gets in big trouble at Mangere Bridge Library. It's so cosy, like a brick-and-tile grandparents' house, round the back of the shops. The book club is full of canny Miss Marple types.
"Next month we'll read a normal book," they say, after trawling through something terribly highbrow. "Yes, let's indulge ourselves with murder!" Much cackling.
Even the teenage boys playing chat roulette on their phones, having loud, quick-fire conversations all across the world don't get into trouble.
"Sup, cuz?" they ask people they've never met before. "Where are you in Australia, bro?" And then a second later: "This girl is from South Korea. How do you say hello in your language?" The library is indeed a place of learning.