Chapter 5

Downstairs waited another half dozen more

carts like the one I dragged around behind me. I could almost

believe no one else on any of the other shifts even bothered with

the returns. Fuck it.With no one to watch over me, I began

sticking books onto the shelves haphazardly, wherever they fit. Who

cared if their Dewey Decimal numbers lined up in sequence or not?

Any student looking for a particular book would find it no matter

where I put it on the shelf. As long as it was somewhere near where

it was supposed to be, right? I mean, who really gave a shit?

With my new system, the cart emptied much

quicker than before and by quarter after eight, I was in the

elevator again, heading down for the next batch of books. I wanted

to get through all the carts before I left at midnight—a job well

done on first glance, but the books would be scattered around the

library, filed on the wrong shelves, the wrong stacks, the wrong