There's little sadder than a book gone to waste… okay perhaps there are many things sadder, but I have a soft spot for books.  I found this poor creature laying on the road with its pages fluttering in the wind while I was out today taking my first walk of spring.

For some reason it reminded me of an injured moth.  I bent close to check the title–Awaiting the Moon.  I thought that quite a coincidence, an injured moth awaiting the moon.  I imagined it resuscitated by moonlight into a brilliant white creature and winging away to some distant place.  That struck me as a pleasant image.

Of course the sad truth is that it's going to end up in a trashbarrel when the landscapers do spring cleaning on the office park.

It turns out that Awaiting the Moon by Donna Lea Simpson is a trashy romance novel with a supernatural bent set in the late 1700's and involving werewolves.  Freeky!  Well I hope somebody got some joy out of it.