I'm not sure which books I've stolen. I stole a copy of Richard III because I couldn't find my own, I remember that. I stole some really shitty auto-biography from some woman who had a horrible life, just because I had been reading it at the Barnes and Noble and liked the direction it was going in. Later I found out it was shit.
The only other one I can think of was "memoirs of a child soldier", which was pretty small. Just fit it in the waistline of my jeans and walk out.
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