Last week, on a nice spring day, I was sitting outside on my porch reading one of my many library books. My neighbor came over to see how I was doing and wanted to know what I was reading. I flipped it over to show her the title and she could clearly see the library bar code and due date stamps on the back.
“Oh, gross. It’s a library book,” she said.
“Yeah. So? I get most of my books from there,” I said.
“Don’t you ever wonder where they’ve been? I could never read a book that’s been through so many hands. I only buy new or use my e-reader,” she said.
I have to admit, I never thought about it. Sure, sometimes I get a book that has...