The Library Book

I scanned the shelves to pick a book
That seemed to be appealing,
From those adjacent to my shoes
To those up near the ceiling.

Selecting some that might work out,
I skimmed the first few pages,
For mostly I can tell by then
A story that engages.

A half an hour passed before
I found a prime contender,
The author someone in whose words
I’d happily surrender.

I checked it out and brought it home,
Some reading time in store
But soon enough it came to me –
I’d read this book before!