I have a theory. There must be an elf in my house. He doesn’t live in the dryer taking socks. He hides in the attic, comes out when everyone is asleep, and takes my bookmarks. The elf is considerate – he waits until I am done with the book to remove the bookmark.
Seriously… I honestly don’t know what happens to them. I have honest to goodness real bookmarks. Most were purchased for me as gifts. But I do use movie postcards and a really nice ticket from the 2005 Toulouse-Lautrec exhibit from the Art Institute of Chicago. They aren’t conventional bookmarks but they not only keep my place in the book, they let me gauge how much is left to read.
So you know what I usually use since I can’t find my bookmarks? Library slips. My library provides a slip of paper with the due dates of checked out materials. They are flimsy and it can be difficult to find my place again. But the elf doesn’t take them.