So we all have that one friend (or possibly ARE that one friend?!) who is always misplacing things. One of my best friends used to be my roommate a number of years ago. I once walked into our apartment to find a half gallon of milk sitting on the tray by the front door where she usually kept her keys. It was still cold so I grabbed it and headed to the fridge. Only to discover her keys were on the shelf where the milk usually sat!
She didn’t even realize she had swapped them. *laughs* I usually only have a few places I leave books, besides on bookshelves of course. My favorite reading chair usually has my current read, or the book I need to read after my current one. My computer desk currently has a few books on it that I’ve finished but need to write the reviews for. My work bag has my Kindle in it, and on weekends I also take in a paperback book in case I get bored or tired of my current ebook. Sometimes I leave the physical book I’m reading at the kitchen table. This usually happens before work, when I’m reading it until it’s time to go. I’ll read til the last minute and then leave it at my place, to be picked up and carried upstairs again after work.
All that said, I do still find books in places I don’t expect. Like the other day I realized I had left one on the seat of my exercise bike. I remember needing to get it out of the way to take a picture of something, and then apparently forgot I’d left it there.
When my Kaylynn was still alive, she was a major book thief. (Of course, she also stole really weird things for a cat, like plugged in glue guns, DVD’s, bills, and anything else that she could carry!) I’d find books behind the dresser, under the bed, under the coffee table, in the middle of the kitchen floor… Pretty much anywhere she could stash them, or just laying around after she no longer wanted to hide them. Miles (Kaylynn’s full sister) is also a book thief. But she prefers to steal them to sleep on, not to hide them.
Dad is always losing his books. Usually ones he hasn’t read yet. I find his books all over the house. Behind a dresser, on top of a stack of boxes, on the floor under his computer desk, in the laundry room… I once found a book slotted in on the shelf of DVD’s. I’m still not sure what happened there.
So where is the strangest place you’ve left or found a book? Do you always keep them in the same places? Have you ever lost a book, gotten a new copy, only to find the old one right after?