By the number of books I have been checking out from the library of late you’d think that I had vast expanses of time, that I didn’t have to work, and library school was done. All evidence to the contrary, however, I am showing a great deal of restraint. The books I check out from work are mine for two to three months. I have several times stopped myself from requesting books be sent over from the undergrad library or one of the other libraries in our consortium (we share a catalog and collections with about eight other private metro-area universities, a glorious, glorious thing). Friday I brought home The Three Theban Plays, Robert Fagles’ translation of Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex, Oedipus at Colonus and Antigone. I have already read Seamus Heaney’s version of Antigone and don’t plan to read it again, but I will read the two Oedipus plays.

I also brought home Friday a book I have been longing to read for ages, Space Between Words: The Origins of Silent Reading by Paul Saenger. Eagerly I began reading the introduction. It all began well enough but soon deteriorated into scholarly jargon and technical language that I have no desire to struggle with. Too bad too because Saenger’s thesis, that silent reading became possible when written words were separated on the page, is an interesting one. I was disappointed that the book turned out to be something different than I expected. It goes back to the library tomorrow.

Saturday, I picked up a book at the public library. The Post-Office Girl by Stefan Zweig is the next Slaves of Golconda read (March 31st!). I will have another book to pick up at the public library sometime this week, Alex Beam’s A Great Idea at the Time: The Rise, Fall, and Curious Afterlife of the Great Books.

After coming this close to returning The Real Life of Mary Ann Evans to the library I started reading it yesterday and am so glad I did. I was going to send it back because I got it along with all my letter writing books and I didn’t see how it was really relevant. But I happened to look at the table of contents and changed my mind when I saw the first chapter was about how to read letters. For the first chapter alone, it is turning out to be a really good book. I will elaborate on that further soon.

A book that I actually own but is making me want to borrow trailer loads of books from the library is Michael Dirda’s Classics for Pleasure. Some of the books he mentions I can get free on my Kindle. Do you know how fun it is to turn on the Kindle and instantly “own” the book mentioned? It makes me giddy. Not everything is available in the world of free online books, however, even when the book is in the public domain, so only some of my excitement for the books Dirda writes about can be immediately satisfied. It is probably just as well.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love the library and how much I love working in a library?