A lot of times, when I go to the library, it's a vague, unfocused experience. I glance over all the books. I try to tune out the people who go there to talk on their cell phones. I try to avoid the people with that "I'm totally batshit insane and would like to chat with you" look about them. In between, I grab a random smattering of stuff after the books I came for are invariably out, check out and run back to the car with a few minutes to go before the meter runs.
Other times, though, like this Tuesday, it's a spot-on experience. I make it up the escalator just as the crazy guy who seems like he wants to chat wanders through the door and disappear from his sightline into the stacks. Once there, I discover a whole bunch of books that I didn't even remember I wanted to read. It's actually quiet in there like it's supposed to be. My arms are loaded down before I even make it past the Ds. I zoom right to the front of the line with a miraculously clean account and make it down to the car with time to spare.
So, what did I get?
Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman (I wanted Killing Yourself to Live, but it's ALWAYS out.)
Prayers for Sale by Sandra Dallas (already finished!)
Moloka'i by Alan Brennert
American Owned Love by Robert Boswell
"Co. Aytch," Maury Grays, First Tennessee Regimen by Samuel Watkins
I Thought My Father Was God and other true tales by Paul Auster
As I mentioned, I already finished the Sandra Dallas. Downtown Owl is up next, since it's a 7-day book. Stay tuned!