Just left the Marathon Library. Three thoughts:
1) If I ever write a political book, the title will be “Picking This Book Up Means You Already Believe Everything In It”. All the pages will be blank, except for the occasional instruction, like “Nod approvingly” or “Clunky joke about a political demographic you don’t like. Snort.”. It will cost $30 and be indistinguishable from every other You-Suck-No-You-Suck tome out there.
2) I’m pretty sure that the librarian handling the “Request A Book” pulls from the online catalogue looked at the order sheet and said to the Circulation Desk, “Our two newest titles on financial planning, a paperback about trophy wives who solve mysteries, and a nine-pound book on the physics of time. I’ll go pull the books, you call Al and tell him their books are ready.”
3) Has more potential comedy ever been left on the table that when the author of “Overcoming Dyslexia” settled on his title?