That ya'll might find amusing. I'm home working on a writing project (typical for a young Owl at this time of year) and I have on as companionship/inspiration/soothing background the film Finding Forrester, starring Sean Connery as a reclusive, agoraphobic writer who is discovered living in the South Bronx.
Anyway, here I am living my writer's existence in my comfy agoraphobia-free apartment when who should arrive but Carlos, my parcel post carrier, with a box containing four books I recently ordered through
Paperback Swap. They are four Horatio Hornblower novels by C.S. Forester.
So while I was Finding Forrester, Forester found me.