Listing books online can be a dangerous job. Not dangerous in a "I'm heading off to an underground mine where I work with explosives" kind of way; more in a "where did the time go today?" kind of way.
Just yesterday, I went down one of those book-listing rabbit warrens you read about all the time.*
I was leafing through a book looking for identifying marks, a publishing date, a publisher; the sorts of mundane tasks that are crucial parts of my job.
The book was the rather intriguing A Reader by Raymond...