I liked my library — until today.
Now I love it.
My four-year-old managed to dissipate a library book, Dora’s Costume Party, into thin air. For the past two months we’ve been unable to find it. Every book in the kids’ shelf has been pulled and shaken. Every book in my case has been sifted through. The couch cushions were checked; the toy bins have been dumped out and sorted through. It’s not in the house or in the car. She managed to lose it who-knows-where and who-knows-how.
My girl has an aura of inadvertent destruction around her. She doesn’t even need to touch something for it to get damaged or destroyed; the mere shift in the air around her as she runs will knock something out of whack. She’s also a danger to herself: she’ll trip over her own feet; she’ll fall left if she leans right; she has even choked on air.
We’re chalking up Dora’s Costume Party‘s loss as her latest victim.
I reported the lost book to the library today and was prepared to pay both the late fee (because we literally spent two months looking for the damned thing and were two days past the last renewal date) and replacement fine (because that damned book is just gone). The fee was $20, about six-and-a-half times the actual value of the book.
Instead of charging us the fine, the librarian suggested buying a copy on Amazon and “donating” it to the library. Here’s how the conversation went:
Librarian: You could just buy a copy on Amazon and donate it to us. It will save you money and we would get a better copy of the book.
Me: Used or new?
Librarian: Doesn’t matter.
Did I mention she was wearing an awesome yellow cardigan with an arabesque print? She was. She rocked some sweet glasses, too.
So, thanks, awesomely-attired and totally cool Local Librarian for saving me $17 on a lost book fine and for giving me a reason to spend at least $25 on Amazon buying books I had no idea I wanted (or needed) so I can get free shipping on a $3 Dora the Explorer book!