In which my sanity is called into question

I just spent the last half hour searching the apartment for a book which I do not, in fact, have. Nor has it ever been in my possession, despite my brain's assertions to the contrary.

The reason for this is that what I was really looking for was the previous book in the series, which was sitting on the shelf the whole time. And every so often I would return to the shelf, stare at this book, and wonder where it was.

I shall now join megpie71 in waiting for Incubus Dreams to come out in mass market paperback. *grumblegrumble*