pitiful simply pitiful

Yesterday my pastor used part of Dostoevsky's Brothers Karamazov in his sermon. I've tried to read it many times never getting past page 20 or so. Inspired by the sermon, I went looking for my copy which I bought at a used bookstore in Atlanta. I can't find it.

Yes, a librarian can't find a book in her own house.

Perhaps I have too many books?

Nah.