Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Defacing Public Property

I go through phases . . . with pretty much everything. Including the library. I will go the library religiously for a year or so, and then suddenly I don't feel like looking through the stacks for books I've never heard of that I might or might not like, and so I return whatever I had out last, and don't go back for another year or two.

Seriously, I don't think I've been to the library since sometime in the middle of 2008. But then the other week I was looking for a book to read in my mom's bookshelves, and I realised that I am no longer really into most of the types of books that she's into. She likes mysteries and historical novels, and I like . . . I don't know, really. What do I like? All the stuff listed in my blog profile, I guess. I read one of her historical novels anyway, out of desperation, and I ended up liking it more than I expected . . . or at least wanting to know what was going to happen. But I took today off from work and all of a sudden decided it might be a good idea to visit the library again.

Last time I visited there, they didn't have Trees in the Pavement in their stacks, even though I had told them about it. I suppose it would have been classier of me to donate them a copy, but frankly, I wanted as many sales as I could get. Anyway, I had this idea that they had quietly decided not to purchase it, and since I'm rarely very pushy about things, I could hardly blame them.

Today I found about four books that I thought I might like to read, with little effort, which was nice. I checked them out. Then, as an afterthought, I decided to search my book on the library computer. What do you know? They have it! In the children's section . . . so I went down to the children's section just to see my book on a library shelf. There it was, next to the Raggedy Ann stories (which, if you know me really well, you may realise is sort of apropos). It doesn't look like anybody has read it. Which--why would they, since they've never heard of me. Still, there it was.

I thought about going up to the librarian and thanking her for having my book on her shelves, and asking if I should autograph it. It seemed like a weird question to ask, though. What was she going to say? No? Besides, she was clearly more than occupied with a family who seemed to have very complicated things going on with their library cards. I went back to the shelves. I knelt on the floor and took a pen out of my pocketbook. I looked around, opened the book to the front page . . . and scrawled my name across it. I suppose I was defacing someone else's property. But it's still my book.

5 comments:

RC said...

How funny! Glad they bought a copy, and talk about a gray-zone of morality --- did you cross a line. Ethics classes should discuss it!

Jennwith2ns said...

RC--welcome to the blog! Why do I feel like I've read yours before? What's our link?

I'm hard-pressed to think that ethics classes would find the question very compelling; all the same, I am kind of curious to know what their verdict would be!

Barry Pike said...

Okay, what I said was, and I quote myself (in quotes), "A bold stroke. :)"

Now, where's the Like button on this thing?

Jennwith2ns said...

Barry--hahaha! Maybe we should just go around posting comments that say "Like" on each others' blogs . . .

Mark said...

Bill Watterson, reclusive author of "Calvin and Hobbes", "was known to sneak autographed copies of his books onto the shelves" of his local bookstore (link)

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