As a librarian, I pride myself on taking excellent care of my books as well as library books. I’ve lost my share of them to floods and subsequent water damage, but it’s only lately that I’ve been the culprit behind my own book loss. For example, last night at approximately 10:49 PM, I discovered to my abject horror that I had washed my brand new copy of Archangel’s Blade by Nalini Singh along with my sheets, towels, and pillow-cases.
The scene of my crime was pretty depressing. Bits of paper everywhere in the dryer and the smell of lavender clinging to the air thanks to the capful of Downy Unstopable that I had put in. What was left of my book was the lovechild of lint and a recycled paper-making project gone horribly awry. No really discernible characteristics remained to the untrained eye. The book-shaped blob could not be identified by its next of kin from the Guild Hunter series or even by its more distant relations from the Psy/Changeling series. Thanks to my own forsensic expertise I was able to make out a blurb and the faint imprint remnants of Dmitri’s handsome face.
I was sad about it last night as well as frustrated about other things, but today I just feel ridiculous about the whole affair. I also wish I could come up with a good Horatio Caine joke. So far all I’ve got is “I’ve seen a lot of crime scenes. But nothing as novel as this.” or “Someone should have told her. Not everything comes out in the wash.” Followed by a very loud YEEEEAAHH! But I digress.
Happily I was able to buy myself a replacement copy on the way to work. All the same I’m curious. What horrible book-related disasters have you been put through? Have you ever stumbled upon your own novel-related crime scene?