I’m a Fast Reader, but This is Ridiculous.

Somehow, I borrowed twenty-four books from the library last night.

Ever since we decided we needed to purge our house of non-favorite literature, I’ve been putting the Boston Public Library system to work, asking it to reach its long arms into all of its stacks and pull title after titled out and send them to my local branch.  I’ve got my account set up so that I receive emails whenever my books arrive, but the automated process still has some kinks in it — which I why I showed up only expecting five titles and walking out with twenty-four.  I mean, what was I supposed to do, leave some behind and risk hurting their feelings?  I’m not that cruel.

Here they are, in alphabetical order:

The thing is, I only get to keep these guys until the twentieth, so I’ve got to get reading.

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