I took too many books and things from the library
It is kind of a weird way to begin a post and as I sit here and type this, I am not exactly sure how it qualifies as Today’s Perfect Moment. I just know it does. I know it because there is a little voice inside my head telling me that it is so. It’s the same. slightly mischievous, voice that tells me it’s okay to eat chocolate cake at midnight. I have to listen to it because it isn’t the same voice that tells me which grocery lane to pick, or which woman to ask out on a date–that voice is a compulsive liar.
So, since I am stuck with this as Today’s Perfect Moment we should analyze the case. It’s only fair and might shed some light on it.
There must have been lots of books at the library
Having chosen so many books might mean that the library is fully stocked and like my appetite at an all-you-can-eat buffet, I couldn’t just take one. An interesting argument, but I am not sure it holds water. Lately, I have been taking big risks on books and not really being satisfied. That is why, in addition to pilfering the “new” section, I also dipped back into solid standbys Connelly and Butcher.
Too many rather than too few
I can get behind this argument. I can always take back the ones I didn’t read–which is how I ended up at the library today in the first place. I had taken out and renewed (because I didn’t read them fast enough) five books. I only managed to read 2 and a half of them (I am talking to you Fitzgerald) and decided to give up on the rest for now.
The library is pretty modern and allows me to renew the books from the comfort of my own digital screen. As long as nobody wants the books or magazines, I can hold onto them for a few more renewal cycles.
How hard can it be to pick out a book? How much escapism is really needed on a commute anyway? What could you possibly be looking at besides your book?
This is also a pretty fair argument. I’ve seen the scenery before and for the next few months it isn’t going to get any brighter. There are lots of street lights but nothing like the neon exuberance of the far east to shake me out of the doldrums.
The book does have to compete with my MP3 player and the music on it (Crash Vegas, The Velvet Underground, The Tragically Hip, Constance Amiot, and others). It also has to fight for time versus some logic puzzles and my bus crush. And, these days, it has to contend with the attention seeking and rather loud people on my bus–I though pot was suppose to chill these people out not create more exuberance.
You must have wanted exercise carting the pile of stuff
Well, it wasn’t hernia inducing, but I wasn’t sure that the bag would actually hold it all. I had to tie it up and use the seatbelt to secure it. The only thing that might make this true is that I took out a book on kettlebell weights. I suppose a bag full of books in a slight approximation.
You might have been trying to impress one of the librarians
Well, this argument doesn’t hold any water. While there are some wonderful people working at the Aurora library, checkout is done by automated machines. The librarians don’t even see what I am carting off.
Your reaction is total compensation for indecisiveness
Can’t really argue against this one either. But this is probably an argument similar to the rather have too many than too few. I admit I was in a rush, but I don’t think I spent too little time there.
Well, there you have it. What I could ask you to do is recommend some books for me. What I am looking for can be summed up in the following.
- SF like Harlan Ellison or William Gibson
- Detective novels like Ian Rankin, Connelly, Block, Parker, Mankell
- Modern day dramas like Lisa Jewell
- Slices of life like Swift, Irving
- Humour like Bryson
- Travel like Theroux and Bryson
- Whatever you call it like Vonnegut
- Something like Larson (and don’t get me started on those sequels)
I look forward to your recommendations.