Library etiquette
I never go to the library. Now, before you decide to flog, tar, and feather me, remember that I am a book hoarder. In my old age, you will find me buried in a stack of books. However, I promise there will not be dead cat skeletons, rotten food, and dirty adult diapers littering the house like an episode of Hoarding: Buried Alive . The house might be dusty, and I may have dirty dishes in the sink, but my hoard will be new or very gently used paperbacks. My filth level is not the point of this blog though. I never go to the library because I have more books than I can read in a decade, possibly longer, within my possession. Now, when my mom retires, she may go through the e-book hoard on her Kindle that I created for her plus my paperbacks. However, a couple of days ago, I decided to go to the library. I've been running so terribly behind on some things at work and desperately needed a change of scenery to buckle down and focus. I needed a quiet place. While I actually want...