Between title and blurb

Just got out of a lecture that I wasn’t really paying attention to. Apart from when the lecturer started singing the riffs in adverts, eg ‘A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play’. I really wasn’t expecting her to suddenly burst into song. She had quite a good voice though. We were talking about language in the media and advertising, which I found quite interesting especially as in Sixth form I did a study on language in the media. It’s amazing the extent of techniques that adverts use that we understand subconciously, without really thinking about it. I keep thinking that it’s Monday, which is one of the insignificant downfalls of a four day week, it mucks up my internal time scale. It feels like a Monday. Don’t you think that’s such a strange thing to say... how can a day feel like a Monday?! I’m in the library at the moment, which is a strange old place. Thousands of books, thousands of ideas locked away between title and blurb. I’m always disorientated in here; it’s an unusual shape. Out of the window there are some trees but it’s completely unrecognisable. It’s unsettling not knowing which direction you’re facing. I also find it odd how quiet you have to be in a library. There is so much information, so much learning in here but you aren't allowed to discuss it. Perhaps it's to prevent the hidden ideas from escaping. Although I highly doubt it's that profound.