The way packages are left here in the apartment is subject to the mail or UPS person's mood of the day. Sometimes they're left by our door. Sometimes they're by our mailboxes, raising hopes as you walk in the door after a long day that there is a present or a gift awaiting.
So with this decent-sized box by the mailbox on Friday, I took a peek at the address and saw it was for ...ME! Then, upon looking at the return address, realized it was from the wonderful Jen of Devourer of Books. (Which meant it could be only one thing.)
And I was wrong, because it was a total of THREE things. (Which, if you know Jen's latest news, makes sense. :)
Inside the package I discovered these, which I won a few months back from ... um, something (the Thankfully Reading Weekend, maybe?), hand-selected for me by Jen, none of which I have read, all of which are on my wish list, and all of which could not (I am so serious) have come at a better time.
(It has been a hell of a week. That new house of ours that I mentioned in my Sunday Salon post? Yeah, not so much. Fuhgettaboutit. Home inspection revealed too many problems for our comfort level and bank account. Buh-bye.)
Anyway. The package. This. THESE:
The Marriage Artist, by Andrew Winer
Maman's Homesick Pie: A Persian Heart in An American Kitchen, by Donia Bijan
The Scrapbook of Frankie Pratt, by Caroline Preston
It's so very true that books and friends have the power to lift one's spirit, just at the very moment when you need it most.
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much Jen! You're THE BEST and I cannot wait to read all of these!
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