And pray, wherefore art thou so mightily moved, O Kay?
The matter is thus, and, I pray you, note well the dates:
On the 15th of this month, the lovely ewacat brought to my attention with much squeeing the existence of The Lies of Locke Lamora.
On the 21st of the month, I made a reservation for the book at the library. The return-by date of the currently loaned copy was the 29th of September.
In the middle of this week, I received my reservation-ready card through the post.
And today, I went to pick up the book.
Which was not waiting for me at the desk.
Which was not on the shelves.
Which, the librarian eventually informed me, had been put back on the shelves as "uncollected" by me on the 23rd of September and subsequently issued to another borrower.
TWO DAYS AFTER I MADE THE RESERVATION REQUEST! BEFORE THEY'D EVEN SENT ME THE RESERVATION-READY CARD!
So now I have to wait for the new current borrower to finish the book and return it. I believe that I am perhaps just a little bit entitled to feel small pangs of outrage and deferred gratification, hmmm?
Or perhaps I shall simply purchase it with the book token that jorune gave me today as a birthday gift, and with which I am delighted.
But on a happier note I also met at the library a former colleague of mine (more accurately his wife was more of a colleague of mine than he was most of the time, but he taught me jolly things like braid algebras) whom I'd not seen in a goodly while. It was exceedingly good to hear that both they and their children prosper and progress.
 Unless, of course, the Fates have other plans for her.