So. I’m a book nerd. Both houses I’ve owned have had libraries – they pretty much have to. I’m a devoted library user, and still have a room of books. I’ve moved them enough times to know what a pain it is, and I do my best to only keep books I might read again, but that still leaves a lot of books. 3 large Billy bookshelves and 2 small ones in the library, 2 medium sized bookshelves upstairs, and then two more downstairs for all of David’s books. Oh, and books in the 40s teak display cabinets on both floors. I admit I have a bit of a problem…
I love the library. I love the ability to have most of the books I want to read delivered to the place just down the road. I love that I spend $12 a year and get to read $10,000 worth of books. My first year out of University, I read constantly and figured that I would have spent my gross salary on books had I not had a library card. (And that would have made paying rent challenging.)
I don’t just read fiction, although that’s still the bulk of it. I also like to take out cookbooks and dvds and decor books and non-fiction about whatever my current obsession is. (Which is how I managed to read literally 25 different wedding planning books.) Which brings us to last week.
So. I had the IUD removed and then, neurotic optimist that I am, I went on the library’s website and requested a half dozen giant pregnancy tombs. What to Expect when You’re Expecting; Pregnancy: the Mumsnet Guide; Your Pregnancy Week by Week; Pushed: The Painful Truth about Childbirth and Modern Maternity Care; One Year to an Organized Life with Baby; From the Hips… You know, your standard collection of pregnancy books for the OCD bookworm type. So I stacked a couple of fiction books on top and headed to the check out counter. One of the lovely librarians I’ve been dealing with for years gave me a big smile and noted that there was a bit of a theme here. I kind of grinned and nodded and she then beamed at me and offered her congratulations. I blushed and said thank you – it just seemed so much easier than having to admit I’m just a forward planning, overly optimistic, totally OCD dork.