And then later, I was shelving a thick, gray, book and I couldn't find its place. I finally checked the title. The Brothers Karamazov. In my hands, not just waiting on the end of a row. Shelving books is such a temptation for me, sometimes I wonder if the library is scheming to get me into trouble. It would love nothing more than to entice me into sitting down in the aisle with a favorite artist or a new story and forget about the 20+ books still sitting on the cart. So many things have changed at this school within my semester of absence, but this is definitely not one of them.
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