Disappearance

Thursday night, I went to the bookstore to buy a book I need to read by this Thursday, for my book club. I also went to Walmart for some canning jars and a shower squeegee. And to Petsmart for some dog food. And to Ross for some other stuff.

I came home and put things away. I think I put my new book on my nightstand (on top of the other half-dozen or so books that I'm in the process of reading or wanting to read), but I didn't start reading it because I was in the middle of reading "The Hunger Games." By Sunday, I finished that book (can't wait to read the sequel now) and was ready to begin my new book.

But I can't find it anywhere!

The empty bookstore bag was found in my bedroom closet.

Everything else I bought that night is in its place, but the new book is not in any of those places.

I've searched every bookshelf in my house (and there are quite a few), more than once.

I've asked everyone who might have wanted to read it themselves (a.k.a. Katelyn).

I'm....what's the word.....Irritated! Frustrated! Perplexed.

Does this ever happen to you?

One more question: Do you own a copy of "The Wednesday Wars"; and if you do, would you trust me to borrow it?

(I would just check it out from my city library, except they don't own a copy. I'm fond of my city library, but it's just a baby--one year old this month--and its stock is not very impressive yet. And I don't know why on earth we don't have a county library system. We should, don't you think?)