Sayonara, biblioteca

I was reading Kathryn Davis' The Thin Place. The first twenty or so pages were excellent and then I think I lost the book (the library's book) while camping in Vermont. Maybe the creepy pack of quite-possibly-but-probably-not rabid skunks we saw in the Berkshires followed us past the green mountains and up to Quechee Gorge, waited patiently and stole the book just as we were packing up our gear? Because they don't give library cards to skunks.