Today when I got home from work, a package from my bestie JenniferB was waiting on the doorstep for me. Bigger than a breadbox, it could only be one thing. But we usually have a conversation before we send each other a box, just to be sure the right stuff is in it. I remembered no such conversation, likely because I'm losing my mind, and can't remember what I had for breakfast, much less a conversation about which books to exchange.
So what was inside the surprise package? Several things that have had me scratching my head lately. Where the hell did I put my coveted signed copy of Relentless, or my signed Beth Williamson Plum Creek trilogy, or my Pamela Clare historicals?
Not only are my Williamsons, Clares, and Dane's there, but my copy of Daring Time - my favorite Beth Kery, I think.
Along with these favorites were a slew of others that Jen obviously thinks I will enjoy - a Connie Brockway, a Cherie Feather, Skin Game (which she's been trying to get me to read for ages), plus a couple In Death books.
Is there anything better than a good friend who loves the same books you do? Or, when you're racking your brain trying to figure out where you left all your best treasures, freaking out that maybe you accidentally brought them to a SoCal Bloggers get together and someone snatched them right up, she sends you a care package filled with love.
Or is it just me who can't remember anything from one day to the next?
Thanks, Jen!! You rock.