When I’m busy, my gmail account might get neglected. I try to at least scroll through the items marked important, but I missed an email from my local library telling me that a book I’d checked out was overdue. More than 10 days overdue.
My heart skipped a beat. I really try to avoid things like that and began wracking my brain to figure out what had happened. I remember returning the books I’d gotten and remembered counting them twice. Could it be in the car? Did I miss one?
Turns out, it was a missed barcode when they were checked back in. (Whew!) but it reminded me of the one library book I lost as a kid. (At least the only one I remember.)
The bookmobile came to our house one summer and I checked out some books. Somehow all of them made their way back except for this one called I will tell you of Peach Stone. I googled it to make sure I had the name right, and sure enough, there it was, the source of my shame, staring back at me. The book was this perfectly 1970s story about a man and a dog who brought the peach from China to the world. I don’t remember that from the 70’s; I’m not even 100 percent sure I remember it right from googling it a few minutes ago.
At any rate, I’m sure my parents had to pay for the book.
I’m just glad the librarians found the other book on the shelves today. Lose one book and it’s a mistake. Lose two and tsk tsk, that’s not a good thing.
I’d hate to have my library card revoked.