I had jury duty this week.
I’m not complaining. Basically, I believe you have four duties as a citizen: vote, pay your taxes, serve jury duty, and take up arms to defend your country in time of war. Since no one is shooting at me, I’m in no position to whine about jury duty. Freedom isn’t free, people.
So, I sat around for a day and a half; I even made it into the jury box for about a minute before the attorney for the defense excused me.
But I didn’t like the book I brought. That was hard.
About four pages into the book that was supposed to keep me occupied while I waited I realized that it had a non-linear plot that wasn’t going to go anywhere and I had already figured out what the big reveal at the end was going to be.
When I got home that night and told C.J. about this he said, “I don’t know why you don’t keep a box of emergency books in your car so this won’t happen.”
An emergency book box that you keep in the car for those moments when you have time on your hands and nothing to read.
So that’s what I’ll be making later today. I have almost 300 books in my TBR bookcase so why not move five or six of them into a little box that I can keep in the trunk with the spare tire.
You never know when you’ll get a flat. Who wants to stand on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck to come with nothing good to read.
Not ever again!