Somehow, leaving a book sitting on the dashboard did not strike me as risky or unusual when I went in to church this morning. I take my books with me everywhere, in case of emergency. One never knows when one may be stuck someplace and need entertainment or stimulation. In this case, I had brought along a fairly new library paperback that my mother had checked out last week. (We share our books... by which I mean my mother and I check out our own piles of books and I end up reading both piles.)
You may imagine my surprise when, upon getting back in the car and picking up my book, all the pages fell out, trailing wisps of melted glue across the dashboard, my hands, and my purse.
Wait....Books can MELT?!?!?!?
I attempted to replace the pages, squeezing the still-gluey inside edges against the still-gluey spine, but to no avail. The pages stuck to each other (and me and my clothing and the car) but not to the spine.
Next up: the part where I throw myself on the mercy--and sense of humor--of whatever friendly-looking person is working at the library circulation desk.