So, the Local Public Library has no department of compassion. I actually chuckled about this, thinking I would pay a pro-rated kind of fee for the damage . . . but NO. I just bought the book that Hannah took a chunk out of the lower-right-hand cover and few pages. Not a single word is unreadable, but there you have it: we now own Raymond Feist's newest publication. And, hey, I guess it does go fairly well with a substantial collection already in my bookcases.
