Branches
In 1927 the first permanent branch was opened in Kitsilano (2375 West Fourth Avenue). Sixteen years later, in 1943, the second branch, Kerrisdale (Forty-second Avenue and West Boulevard), came into service. Other branches followed throughout the years, with the last branch, the Terry Salman Branch, opened in 2011.
The Vancouver Public Library system now consists of 22 branches situated throughout the city. All branches are at least open Tuesday through Saturday. The Britannia, Carnegie, Central, Dunbar, Joe Fortes, Kitsilano, Mount Pleasant, Oakridge, Renfrew, and Terry Salman branches are also open on Sundays. The administration centre, and also the largest branch, known as the Central Branch, is located at Library Square in downtown Vancouver.
The oldest existing branch, the Kitsilano branch, is the regional reference library for the North Area division of the Libraries. The largest non-Central branch in terms of volumes held, is the Renfrew Branch, with 325,000 volumes. The Renfrew Branch is listed as having the largest square footage, at 16,000 square feet, while the Kensington branch at 7,100 square feet is one of the larger branch libraries.
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