It all started with the Bookmobile. One day I came out of the change rooms at the pool, and there was a little white trailer parked in the corner of the arena parking lot. Curious, I went over to investigate. I clambered up the fold-down metal steps and stepped into a paradise: I was completely surrounded by books. I left the Bookmobile with a shiny red plastic library card carefully rolled into my pool towel and a wealth of new adventures tucked under my arm.
Seven years later..."Fifty-two dollars?!" My poor father almost drove off the road. "How on earth did you rack up fifty-two dollars in library charges?" In these pre-Internet days, research for my biology presentation entailed checking out thirty books and a few video cassettes on cellular structure, which I had promptly forgotten in my locker over the Christmas break. After sacrificing my paper route money for the month to the library gods, my account was back in good standing, but sadly the lesson wasn't learned. I continued to rack up the fines and generally be the bad girl of the library system.
On one memorable occasion, I was reading a novel in the bathtub and accidentally dropped it in the water. I whipped it out right away and gave it a good warm up with the hair dryer. Good as new! Or so I thought until the library called and informed me I had dropped off a wet book and would have to pay for it. I tried to play it cool, but the clerk wasn't having it. When I went in to get the book I could see why. It had looked okay when I dropped it off, but apparently the hair dryer hadn't been as successful as I thought, because the book had morphed into this splendid condition:
My latest library misbehaviour involves holds. One time I brought in a book to renew it a few days before it was due. Someone had placed a hold on it, so I couldn't renew it, but what I didn't anticipate was that the clerk then confiscated the book and refused to give it back! In vain, I pointed out that it wasn't actually due for several days and since it was already checked out in my name, I should be able to keep it until it was due. As I was right in the middle of this mystery thriller, I left the library with reading "blue balls", no book and a determination not to let this happen again.
So now I only renew books online. And if there's a hold on the book, I just keep it until I'm done reading it, fines be damned. I know this is terribly selfish, antisocial behaviour, but what can I say? I'm a Library Delinquent.
I'm so far behind in my 30-day music challenge that I'm just going to pick up where I left off, rather than trying to catch up.
Day 22 is a song that you listen to when you’re sad, which is Soma by the Smashing Pumpkins. It gets really loud about 3.5 minutes in, so brace yourself boys and girls!