Last night, when I got home, I went looking for third book in the Alcatraz series by Brandon Sanderson. They’re gloriously funny and enjoyable books I bought through Amazon earlier in the year. Book 1, “Alcatraz and the Evil Librarians” is terribly playful and the second book is even better.
So, I wanted to read the third book, but I couldn’t find it. I rummaged through all the books I had piled around my bed, and I still couldn’t find it. Had it fallen behind the dresser? No, not there. Behind the spare mattress? Not there either.
Half an hour later, rather frustrated, I went to bed. (I want to point out it was about midnight by now, as I’d been playing wargames with Randy in the evening).
This morning, I had a suspicion, and I’ve just confirmed the suspicion: I don’t actually own the third book yet. It’s only out in hardcover and I didn’t buy it (though I might now I’ve read the first two). So, I just spent a very frustrating half-hour looking for a book that wasn’t there!