…into the Langley Hall library (aka the Biology library). Seriously. Conveniently located right across the street from where I work, it’s like a wee little library full of the coolest books. If I had a home library like that, I’d never have to leave my house. I just can’t stop pulling books off the shelves in there. I went during lunch today for just two particular books, which turned into four, which then turned into seven, and then I saw one more I’d missed on the “new book” shelf right by the checkout. And there were several more I just couldn’t carry.
I really should have had some sense about me fifteen years ago and studied wildlife biology, instead of English. How very different my life might be. Ah, hindsight.