I love libraries. The shelves and shelves of books all neatly arranged into categories. The smell of hardcovers and paperbacks. Seeing books carried about like prized gems in the arms of happy patrons. I could spend hours, no, days in a library.
But I never check out any of their books.
Why? Because I confess I have a problem. I'm a tardy book returner. Not tardy as in oh-my-gosh-this-book-was-due-yesterday. More like sweet-mercy-this-book-should've-been-back-last-century. So I've cut myself off from the shame and late fees by simply never checking anything out anymore.
And I bet a couple in Michigan wish they would've taken my same stance.
Catherine Duren is charged for failing to return a Dr. Seuss book that she checked out in 2014. Oh yeah, and then she lost it (been there, done that). And her husband faces charges as well for checking out a book (The Rome Prophecy by Michael Morley) and holding onto it for more than 8 months. They face a $500 fine and up to 93 days in jail.
If this story intrigues you or you think I make this stuff up, HERE is the full scoop.
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?