I just read The Shop on Blossom Street by Debbie Macomber. It's the first in a series about a new yarn shop that brings together women from different walks of life. I'm enjoying it even though it's a bit more...emotionally feminine? than my usual taste in books.
The copy of the book I had from the library has some interesting defacement. On the blank page in the front someone started penciling out a family tree of the characters in the book, and later on someone underlined the word "naive" in red and wrote the definition at the top of the page. While I can't say that I support defacing library books, sometimes it's benignly entertaining.