Get the ladder.

You shrug, and walk down the aisle to a step ladder with wheels. For such a small library, the shelves are quite high. Luckily, it's easy to push over towards the two boys and press against the bookcase. You ask them what book they want and where it is, and the one points up.

"The top shelf. It's The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss."

Step by step, you climb up until you're at the top shelf. You slide your finger across the spines of the books until it stops at the one you want and you pull it out. That's when you hear giggling. Curiously, you look down at the two boys, looking with widened eyes straight up your skirt. In a panic, you drop the book on the floor and press your hands between your legs in an effort to cover your goods with the fabric. Your face burns red and your legs tremble.

The boys look shocked, but very happy at your show. How could you have forgotten?!

"Nice!" the one shouts. The other whistles.