When I first heard about that naughty book that went all viral, I didn't plan to read it. It's not really my usual fare. But I gave in to the hype. Several women I know have read it as well as several I don't know. From the reviews I've read, readers either love it or hate it. But it's curious to me what makes a book get so popular when others go essentially unnoticed.
As I searched for my name on the hold shelf, I noticed that Magnum also had a book available for pick up. Since I'm the resident library gopher, I grabbed his too. Really, as far as the rest of the family is concerned, when one of them puts a book on hold, it magically appears at the house. Likewise, when they've finished it, they drop it into a bag, and it's magically returned. Yah, they'll miss me when I'm gone.
In truth, though, it's a very enjoyable bike ride to the library and back. It's part of how I justify having two bicycles.
Anyway, back to checking out my naughty book. I'd planned to just check the thing out at the self-checkout kiosk - the library version of plain brown wrapper. But Magnum's book was an interlibrary loan, meaning I would have to get it from an actual library person. *sigh* Fine.
The actual library person was this older grandmotherly woman and I was suddenly a bit self conscious about checking out the naughty book. I sheepishly handed her the book along with the claim slip for Magnum's. I fumbled around with the keyring I keep all of the library cards on.
"Yep, I've got the WHOLE FAMILY'S cards here, heh", I mentioned as she requested mine then Magnum's cards. Just going to show what a boring, nothing-out-of-the-ordinary-certainly-no-sexual-deviancies wife and mom I was.
She completed the transaction and handed me the books with a sly, little, not-so-grandmotherly grin.
I was so busy trying to look ordinary, that I didn't bother to see what book Magnum had reserved until I got home and emptied my bag.
Of course it is.