this would happen
unbelievable. my aunt margaret (who i like to think of as my chief patron for the arts) just emailed me to say she's randomly mailed me two books: a young adult work a friend of her's got published after eleven years of trying and--this is the funny part--the book i just spent twelve or thirteen bucks on, the eyre affair. doh! now one gift'll have to be a present for my friend dana, since she loves jane eyre.
or... i guess i still have the receipt. i could trade it in for one of the other books at target i've been lusting after. there sure are enough of them. now which do i pick? a chick lit book (not a tawdry romance, for those of you not up-to-date on this new movement in lit)? a heartbreaking work of staggering genius by dave eggers? naked by david sedaris?
or... i guess i still have the receipt. i could trade it in for one of the other books at target i've been lusting after. there sure are enough of them. now which do i pick? a chick lit book (not a tawdry romance, for those of you not up-to-date on this new movement in lit)? a heartbreaking work of staggering genius by dave eggers? naked by david sedaris?