A few days ago, I noticed that someone dropped off a book I am currently reading into my offices kitchen. The leaving of books has been happening for a while now. I presume someone is trying to reduce the size of their library, but they books usually left are romance novels, not books I would read. Well, the other day, I noticed that someone left “Star Wars: Rogue Squadron” by Michael A. Stackpole.
Now, the first thoughts to go through my head was “Who stole my book?” and “Did I leave my book here?” Now, these are really stupid thoughts for me to have. This book is one of my favorite books, and I have read it multiple times. I’ve read it so often that I cannot even tell you how many times I have read it. My book is all beat up. My book is currently being held together by tape and hope. I have read this book so often that I could pick it up, open it to a random page, and not miss anything cause I know the book that well. The copy in the office kitchen looked like it was read once. It almost looked like it was brand new. I have no idea why those thoughts would have gone through my mind.
The last thought though, that I understand. The last thought I had was “I should take that copy for myself.”
Too bad I didn’t.