Reading is Sexy

Caution: After reading this blog, you may question your friendship with me. That is if we have one.

I'm a nerd. So there, it's out there.

Recently, I've been in the throws of Stieg Larsson's "Millenium series" or better known to others as "The girl...(1)With the Dragon Tattoo, (2) Who Played with Fire, and (3) Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest."

About 20 minutes ago, I finished book 2 and unlike book 1, it ended on a major cliffhanger. I have little patience or room for uncertainty in my life and whenever it can be found, I'm on it.

I put my request for the third book into the library a couple days ago. For those novices or virgins of the library, you can go online and hold books at your local library with your card number (yes, you must have a card first). When they're ready, they email you, you go in to pick it and bam. All for free. Life is just that simple sometimes.

Being that I hadn't received an email from the library, I looked up the prices at B&N, since it is conveniently located about 2.5 blocks from me. If it was in paperback, I'd consider purchasing it however, I hate the idea of not owning an entire series and just having the third book. It's a part of set and I had borrowed the other two from the library. I was two steps from walking down to B&N when I decided to look at my library account.

I signed on and clicked on the check status of requested materials tab. And there were the most perfect words: Available for pick-up ::Cue in the angelic voices:: Then I saw that the library closes at 6pm on Fridays. What? Does nobody study in the library on Fridays anymore?

[I actually don't think through all of my years of schooling that I ever did homework on Fridays. Seriously, ever. It just didn't seem right and felt like I should be having fun. You don't see Rebecca Black singing about "we..we...we...gonna study." No, it's "we..we...we...gonna party."]

It was 5:44pm.

I literally switched sweats for jeans, grabbed my keys, left my phone, and ran to my car. I parked in a "loading only" zone and jogged into the library to the hold shelf. And there was my book. Just waiting to tell me the rest of the story.

Needless to say, I got back home at 5:59pm.

Boom.