Adult Services

There are many reasons to join an RHPL book club! At Rochester Hills Public Library, our Adult Services team hosts 3 Book Clubs! So why should you join a RHPL Book Discussion?  Here are 5 Reasons to Join a RHPL Book Club: Read books you normally wouldn’t read or pick up Many of our patrons say that the librarians pick books for each book club they normally wouldn’t pick out to read. This helps book club attendees to broaden their horizons, to read and educate themselves on to

You probably use AI every single day without even knowing it, making your life easier and more fun.

The ingredients of five-spice reflect the five flavors (sweet, bitter, sour, salty, and savory) and also the five traditional Chinese elements (wood, fire, earth, metal, and water). In fact, all five ingredients are used in Chinese traditional medicine to promote digestion. Together they have a sweet and earthy taste, which is spicy, yet cooling.

Understanding the dark side of AI can help us use AI in a safe and effective way. Remember, knowledge is power, especially when it comes to new technology!  Even if you are resistant to using AI it is important to know where and how it is being used. 

BoB (Books on Board), RHPL’s mini bookmobile, visits seven senior residences weekly throughout our service community. Outreach staff bring library services into the senior residences via book carts and laptops. This personalized interior service is known as a lobby stop.

Both nutmeg and mace come from the fragrant nutmeg tree (Myristica fragrans), an evergreen tree native to the Maluku Islands in Indonesia. The tree grows in tropical areas and has been cultivated in South Asia, Southeast Asia, East Asia, the Caribbean, and South America.

"The next morning as Emily unlocked her door to leave for work she glanced over at the To-Do list. There scrawled on the list was “Take the package from under the floor board in the kitchen area. Give it to the man with a black leather cap on the subway A Line."

I was twenty when I bought the car. A pale blue sedan, scratched along the doors, but the price was right. The salesman at the used lot called it “a starter car, nothing fancy, but reliable.” And he was right—it ran smoothly, better than I expected for something that had seen its share of miles. It became my freedom—drives to class, late-night grocery runs, weekend trips out of town. I didn’t think of it as anything more than metal and wheels, until the night the rain

I didn’t know what to do. I looked at Leo, he was looking at his feet and simply standing there. And then she talked, “Do not go to the little red house.”