I stumbled upon it quite "accidentally" (although one always questions the "accidentability" of such cataclysmic events like the one I've had reading this book!). I'd just finished my internetting at the library here and was on my way out the door when I noticed the latest addition to "The Cat Who..." mysteries in the aisleway display: "The Cat Who Went Bananas"!! I was so excited! I haven't read one of those in a while. It got me thinking about the extraordinary fine I owe to the library, and if I didn't owe it, why, I could have my privilege back of checking out library books as I please.
Then I wandered over to the aisle where I'd found all the paperback versions of The Cat Who mysteries, but discovered they had been moved, apparently. I'd been carrying all my outer clothes on my arm and decided that was a good time to put them on, seeing as I didn't have any money to pay the fine so I could check out ANY books, let alone any of The Cat Who mysteries.
I turned around because there was some empty bookshelf space to set my glasses on while I got suited up to go back outside. It was Sunday, when we had all the snow, and at the time I was preparing to leave it had been snowing pretty good, and a glance out the window confirmed it was *still* snowing pretty good. But I had to take my glasses off to put on my ear-warming headband. Getting suited up to go outside is quite a task for me. I am very methodical about it, and more than a little embarrassed by it, too. I don't particularly want people to see me doing it because I am so particular about it, and if I skip any part of my system I have to take everything off and start all over again. First the scarf; then the headband; then I can put my coat on very carefully so as not to muss up the folding of my scarf, otherwise it will gap and let a draft in on my neck and down my chest and nothing puts me in a bad mood faster than to have drafts on my body where they aren't supposed to be!!!
The reason I'm going to so much trouble detailing this process is to show I had plenty of time to browse the book titles spread out in front of me. I picked up two titles off the shelf, thereby pausing my suiting up efforts. One of the titles I picked up was "The ABCs of Love" by Sarah Salway. The title intrigued me; I wondered briefly if the content was going to bother me. What did this author have to say about the book's title? I wondered. I flipped it over and read the back. There were excerpts from the book. And that's where I read about me: the book's main character falls in love with a married man. I knew I had to get that book, someday when I ever paid my fine.
The other book I got I had a similar sort of epiphany about, but it has to do with a conversation I had with my sister earlier that day, and that, frankly, is a journal entry for another time.
I wrote down the names of the books into my notebook that I carry around with me so I would never forget the names of the books, and then I decided to go up to the information desk and find out just exactly how big my fine was. I'd gotten a letter in the mail a long time ago that said I owed $25, but I really didn't know.
To my shock and delight I discovered I only owe *$3.80*, and then the nice lady behind the desk proceeded to inform me that I can check out books even when I owe a fine as long as the fine is under five dollars. I was so excited -- I rushed back to the shelf where I left the books, snatched them up, and checked them out!! I couldn't WAIT to start reading The ABCs of Love! I had a whole night ahead of me, no money to spend, and I could think of nothing nicer than to stay in, make some hot cocoa, and curl up with a good book.
I read the book from cover to cover, and I think I may read it again since I don't have to return it for a few weeks. The book is so good. Reading it gives you the same feeling as when you were in grade school and your best friend passed you a note when the teacher wasn't looking. I mean, you're not going to get a Ph.D. reading it, but it was more insightful than I have time to go into right now.
Speaking of having time right now, I look at the clock and realize I must dash if I want to have time to walk home, pack a lunch and be on my way to work to get there on time. It's so dreadful to have to return to work after having two solid days off. I would do almost ANYTHING to avoid it! But, I can't.
I've decided that I've had enough of this library business for using the internet. I think I may just suck it up and buy the economy computer Dell has been advertising, and pay the monthly fee to have internet access at home where I can be by myself, no strangers talking on their phone next to me, nobody else's body odor to smell but mine, and I can have all the time in the world to check my email, write in my Live Journal, and not have to worry about being timed out!!!