There are very few downsides to having nearly 6K books (aside from the rapidly decreasing number of available walls in my house), but misplacing a book certainly counts as one of them. I was contemplating the "H" section in the twentieth- and twenty-first century literature bookcases, idly wondering if I should read Rodney Hall or Miranda Hearn, when behold! I observed the presence of an absence. Shirley Hazzard's The Great Fire was all by its lonesome. Where, exactly, was The Transit of Venus? Had I lost it in, er, transit? Was it in a suitcase somewhere? Did it decide to enjoy the company of the nineteenth-century "H"s? (Apparently not--at least, it wasn't hanging out next to Thomas Hardy.)
I'm sure it's hiding in one of the thirty-two bookcases, snickering. But goodness knows I'm not likely to find it in the immediate future...
Weird, very weird...I know this will sound implausible, but I discovered my Transit of Venus was missing this week too!! Is there a Hazzard-snatcher afoot?!
Posted by: ogic | September 08, 2006 at 05:05 PM