Lists, big and small, are a part of a book lovers existence. Am I right, or am I right? Post-its on my desk, receipts on my coffee table, napkins in my purse, half forgotten ones in the back of my poor tired brain, even floating in my dreams, and occasionally I remember to put them on my blog…
All of them are lists of books to either get from the library, Top 10 lists, ones the Border’s in Georgetown has in stock, the B&N in Metro Center has in stock, a wish list for when more lucrative times visit my house, or simply just ones I’m thinking about writing a blog post about. Right now I have a Potbelly’s napkin in my purse that says:
Male Ps: Sharpe, Sherlock, HP (?), Travis McGee, Hornblower
I’m not sure what that list even means anymore, but I’ll post about it the next time that napkins sees daylight from my purse and I figure it out!
Even though I’m trying to keep track of these things via lists, it’s still really pretty out of control. So much so that I got a notice from my library the other day of a book I had on hold that was now ready for pick up and I didn’t even recognize the title of the book! I must have put The Forgotten Garden on hold so long ago and not even kept track of it that it absolutely escaped me!
So I had a pleasant surprise of The Forgotten Garden waiting for me at the library, as well as Ender’s Game that I promised mylittlebecky I would read on her recommendation, but another treasure greeted me upon arrival:
Notice anything about the top book? I took another picture for a “better” view, but instead it came out awful and blurry. My camera needs a spanking. I’m posting it anyways so don’t strain your eyes too hard:
In case you can’t tell I AM THE FIRST PERSON TO CHECK THIS BOOK OUT! Huzzah!
On my way to the check out counter I did a quick walk through of the romance section to see if there is anything new. There is never anything new. Not in my library that is less important than a funeral home [yes you should click on that].
But soft, what pink neon light through yonder shelf breaks? It is a new release, and This Duchess of Mine is the sun!
I pranced to the counter in awe of my good fortune, bestowing a (scarily) large grin upon the librarian I exclaimed, “Look, I’m the first person to check this out!” She gave me a kind smile and concurred softly. I had this wild urge to ask her who orders the romance novels and hug them. I tamped that down, but the glow stayed with me…
Does anyone else get excited about being the first to borrow a book from the library? The uncreased spine, untouched pages, all unplundered until your hands claim it?
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