It has almost every book I could want.
It delivers my holds to my home branch and e-mails me to tell me they’ve arrived.
It lets me put my holds on hold when I’m going to be away and keeps my place in line for when I make them active again.
Every now and then, however, despite my best efforts, all my holds come in at once.
Last week these turned up, all within two days of each other. I picked them up the day I found out I’d lost two weeks of revision time.
There’s a pure comfort trip back to one of the fantasies I most loved when I first discovered the genre as a teenager which I still love even though it is so terribly written, two books in a shadow series I never got round to reading when it was first published (although I adored the original), the second book in a series I’m just now beginning to read, and a book about motherhood in the modern world. Plus one more waiting for me at my branch because I’ve been so out of control I didn’t even have time to log in and make the rest of the holds inactive (I got the e-mail yesterday).
They have nothing to do with my thesis topic.
I haven’t touched one.
They’re waiting for me.
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