And then, searching a bit more, I found a digital copy - a free digital copy - that I could download and read on my phone. Talk about instant gratification. So I did it. And I read it. Then I was done. And that was that.
About a week later, I received an email telling me that the book I'd reserved was in at our local branch. I felt guilty knowing that someone had searched the stacks in the downtown library to find this book for me, someone else had put it on the transport vehicle, someone had driven the book out to our local branch, and then yet another someone had matched it up with my library number and shelved it for me to pick up. I had already read the story. So, I could just let it sit there on the shelf and then when the reservation expires, the whole chain of someones would have to get the book back downtown and back into the stacks. But no, I couldn't do that. So I went to pick it up. And, oh what a surprise.
This beautiful little red book was waiting for me on my shelf. No tacky spine stickers, no ugly plastic protective book jackets. Just this worn little book. And then I opened the front cover:
And I checked that precious book right out of the library. And I've renewed it twice. Which means I can only renew it one more time. It will be hard to return it. I wonder how long it has sat on a shelf downtown, unread. Or maybe it's been read a ton. But I'm guessing probably not. I'm rereading it - the real way this time - not on my phone (for goodness sake, what was I thinking?!)