To the complete jackass who marked up the Portland Public Library's copy of Jo Walton's Farthing:
In a way, I understand. Typos irritate me too. And some of the typos you corrected were, indeed, genuine typos.
Others, though, not so much. Constantly correcting Lucy's grammar was an especially annoying move (Criminy, her chapters were in the first person, are you seriously unable to give the author some room for artistic expression? Does Lucy really seem like someone who'd concern herself with who vs. whom or run-on sentences?), but that was nothing to your habit of crossing out the names of historical figures and replacing them with the "correct" ones.
WHAT PART OF 'ALTERNATE HISTORY' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU DOUCHE?
As I said, typos irritate me. But your pencil marks are far, far more offensive. Next time you feel the need to edit, return the book to the library, head over to a bookstore and buy your own copy.
To anyone who is wondering: I loved the book and I'll write more about it later. I'm going to ILL the second one today and just hope that the wannabe editor hasn't attacked that one yet.