Over the years I have managed to collect a few…hundred…possibly a thousand books. Almost all of them remain carefully boxed up in my parents’ basement until the glorious day when I will have space for them. Alas, my apartment, though spacious, does not contain room enough for them all. It occurred to me, however, that my bookshelf would benefit from my copy of The Federalist Papers. I ventured into the basement to find it.
This task, though Herculean, should not have been too complicated. Over the years I’ve packed and re-packed the books based on category. I have a “classics” box (or two.) A “politics” box (or three). A “want to read in the near-ish future” box. A “used to be in the want to read box but now read” box.
I decided I would have packed The Federalist Papers in a politics box. Unfortunately, my boxes do not sit neatly on a shelf. I pulled out boxes of old school supplies, chair cushions, and Legos in my hunt for my politics boxes. Alas, even after that workout, The Federalist Papers was nowhere to be found. Nor was it in the Want To Read box.
It took me an hour of hunting before I finally found it in the Classics box next to my copy of Frankenstein and The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
On the bright side, in the process of looking for 1 book, I found 11 others that my bookshelf absolutely needs!
Although my visits to my hometown library have occurred with increased irregularity over the years, I like to think I still hold a special place in the librarians’ hearts. When I am in town and putting a dozen books on hold, I like to think they pause as they gather them and say,
“Oh, Amy is back in town.”
And they know it is me because who else would put so many books on hold?
Well, for all I know, everyone. But it seems somewhat unusual based on the library habits of those around me.
Over the years, some librarians come and some go and I know the memory of me will fade. That is why I like to imagine my legend continues. Like a ghost that haunts the library and puts things on hold every few months. Except I’m not dead.
- Complete daily Korean lesson (check)
- Preserve Snapchat streaks (check)
- Write a blog post (in the works)
1 3 books (1/3 complete)
My original plan was just 1 book a day for the month of August, but then I thought, why read 1 book a day when I could achieve my August goal by reading 3 books a day until August 15th? I will probably drop the whole 3 books things as it is seriously cutting into my productivity but it pleases me to realize I can do it. (And for that reason I’m leaving it on the to-do list.)
Yesterday I decided to do my perennial book-check at the library and ran my latest batch of to-reads through the library system. Found one…placed a hold. Found another…placed a hold.
10 holds later I decided to stop looking. What a find! 3 hours later, 6 of the books were “Shipped” and the remaining 4 had moved to “Pending.”
I love how fast libraries get me my holds. It used to be a 3 day affair. Now it barely takes 24 hours. Did all libraries become this efficient or just mine?
“We’re watching It Takes Two,” said my housemates, all 8 crowded in the living room together.
It sounded vaguely familiar – maybe a popular chick flick? – so I flopped down to join them. And then the movie began and my childhood came rushing back.
The movie was one long déjà vu. It also reminded me of a favorite series of mine growing up:
Their dog made the most lasting impression on me. Good times.
Despite the rough beginning to my reading year, I’m pulling into the little over halfway mark with 111 read books since January! (Putting me pretty dang close to my total of books last year.) I can’t say it is an impressive haul title wise, but it is a satisfying number none the less. I think I should make my goal of 118 with ease.
I am too old for all-nighters.
They did cancel my flight yesterday…at 9:30 pm. I then waited two hours in line to be told the next flight to Colorado Springs left Thursday. Not an ideal situation. They could get me to Denver, but that meant going from the Dulles to Reagan airport. There was one seat left on the flight that left at 7 am.
I jumped at it. To the airline’s credit, they offered to put me up in a hotel. However, by the time I made it over to Reagan, it was past midnight and security opened in 4.5 hours. I decided it was not worth jumping through all the hoops of finding a hotel.
Instead, I did what any self-respecting bookworm does. I camped out in the corner and read through 5 detective novels, upping my weekend total to 10 finished books.
I did nap for about 90 minutes on the plane but otherwise I passed a good 26 hours without sleep and let me tell you, that is not an experience I want to repeat any time soon.