We went to borders today so that I could make a list of a lot of the books that I wanted to check out at the library. It's much easier for me that way.
Moving on to the library, I sat in front of the computer for a good while trying to find all the books that I put on my list. Most of them weren't in .... but somehow I ended up checking out 10 books anyway!
While I was flipping through one of them ... a plane ticket fell out.
It was shoved in the middle of the book and left.
Does that mean that she didn't finish the book? Why not? Did she get side-tracked on her vacation? (I say she because the name on the ticket was Jeanne)
Library books are so interesting because they have their own stories.
They've been in so many people's houses.
How many bedrooms or living rooms? Bathrooms?
How many have taken bathes with their readers? Or soothed one of their readers?
How many tears have fallen on the pages of these books?
How many have been used as a weapon? Or used as a pillow?
How many have been lost and then thankfully found?
If only the library books could talk ... I bet their stories would be better than the best selling author that they represent.
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