"I'm pretty sure of my facts here. And if I could only put my hands on the book, I could be absolutely sure. But is it shelved under U for Utz, or perhaps C for Chatwin? Or is it in the unsorted pile on top of the radiator? Or the heap of volumes that migrated from the living room to the dining room? I am certain that I didn't lend it to anyone: I am utterly miserly about letting any of my books out of my sight. Yet my books don't seem to reciprocate by remaining within view, let alone within easy reach."
-Christopher Hitchens, as excerpted from his essay
Prisoner of Shelves, which is part of his book, Arguably.