Hey y’all. I’m here to make a confession to you. After all, this is the Confessions of Carlisa…
Hi, my name is Carlisa and I’m addicted to the library.
“Hi, Carlisa” -said by imaginary group of various different kind of book addicts surrounding me sitting in fold out chairs.
But, seriously, the library is wonderful. A huge blessing in my life. Free books, galore. Also, the library back at my school provides me with a job and income. So it’s great!
But recently, I realized I had a problem. I’m addicted to the library. Here’s how I know:
When I go home for the summer or even for Christmas break, I start putting books on hold like three weeks in advance. It happens every time. I gotta prepare, you know?
I usually have at least
five books on hold for me at all times (some waiting lists are forever long, people! Act while you can!).
Then I go on online book-holding sprees and put like eight more on hold. Online library catalogs make this SO easy. You see the book you want and all you have to do is press the little “Hold” button and Wa-la! Your name is on the list and your heart is slightly more satisfied. And if you wanted to know, these sprees probably look something like this:
And then at least seven of those eight books come in at once. Seriously, the last time I went in to pick up three books that were ready for me, lo and behold, four more had come in on that same day. Four more. And at first I’m like this:
But then I quickly realize I now have seven more books to read, not even including my review books or other physical ones. Once this realization hits, I’m more like this:
But then I think, heck, who am I kidding. The more books the merrier! And then I love them again.
And then the two week deadline hits and you have to renew like seventy percent of them…
PSH OH WELL.
And then I get a call, and I know just by looking at the number that it’s the library. I KNOW THE LIBRARY’S NUMBER JUST BECAUSE OF THE AUTOMATED “YOUR HOLD IS IN” MESSAGES THAT ARE VERY FREQUENT CALLS OF MINE.
Oh, I also forgot to mention that I have my library card number memorized as well. Fourteen random numbers are forever engraved in my brain because of my online library browsing.
But back to the phone call. I receive it and, of course, I go to the library and two or three more books are sitting there, literally waiting for me to love them. I can’t abandon them there! They’re my lovelies. And then, of course, I see an eye-catching title on the shelf and grab it. Because books. And as a result of this continual overlap, my shelves quickly start to look like this:
And there sometimes comes a point (like earlier today) when I just wonder…Why?
Why don’t I just check out a normal amount and then return them on time and then check out more? I should just return these last ones I have and start over with a clean slate…
And then later (aka like an hour ago) I realize I still really want to read them and if I returned them, I’d have to wait on that darned 20-person waitlist again…So, nope. Keepin’ them. Because they’re free and they’re beautiful and they’re waiting for me.
So I go through this cycle but ultimately, I realize I don’t care. My name is Carlisa and I’m a proud library addict.
And, also, just because I feel as if it’s necessary in a post like this: