The funny thing about libraries is, they expect you to give their books back. And I refuse to give books back if I haven’t read them, or at least beaten my head against them until the blood flows. Back when I could only get books by physically trawling libraries for them, this wasn’t a problem – I’d check out books, read them, return them, and check out some more.
Thanks to the wonderful interlibrary loan button on the local library website, I can summon books to my branch, pick them up, and watch as my tower of clear-plastic-upholstered tomes grows ever-larger, mocking me.
I need to hurry up and finish these before the new Doctor Who season comes out and I lose all sense of time.
(It’s funny, see? Because he has a time machine?)