I found it on the stack of new books waiting to be shelved. Had they just bought it? How had Lady known it would be here? Questions only lead to more questions.
I quickly opened it up and found it.
Apparently, I'm "special." Whatever that means.
And that doesn't look like an anagram. Great.
I don't feel like sleeping, not after the day I've had. Maybe I'll hit myself in the head with this book until I knock myself unconscious. It's certainly big enough.