I may work at a library and be around thousands of books but I still have literary needs. Many new, squeaky clean volumes pass my hands and I, once again, have forgotten to request a copy for me. So I let them go. Off to the patrons who did not forget...to the ones who requested them immediately.

I have dreams, too.

I get jealous of those books going to the smart patrons.

My heart makes a sad face when I pack them in a box to their temporary, 3 week home.

But today.... Today was MY day! It was a day when I received a book I really wanted. When the delivery man dropped the package in my hand, my heart made a pitter pat of joy. Pulling the tab of the package filled me with anticipation. When I pulled out BJ Novak's book, I held it up like a prize fighter with his championship belt.

Alas... no patron or staff really gave a crap.

So I hugged it close to my chest and smuggled it to my desk where I could take a picture of it next to my other favorite thing...a picture of Zac Levi that I took last year at ComicCon. They HAD to be together because I loved the gift THAT much!

I look forward taking the steps to making this piece of awesome all. mine. The spine will crack from my reading it over and over. I'll take the cover off (because...come on... I don't want to ruin that lily white cover).

And the true mark of that book being mine, I will lend its goodness to friends. Really, what good is a fantastic book if you can't share it with others?

Thank you so much for bringing a new family member into my home!

:D