Books

Yesterday morning I drove my daughter to school, and when I returned, these boxes were waiting for me on our front porch:

They were filled with the hard bound copies of my new book! The boxes had the name of my books on the outside! I opened the box and it was filled with shiny, fresh books with my name on the cover. I took one out and flipped through it and read a few of my favorite parts and cast an anxious eye on some of my not so favorite parts and I have to say, a book looks infinitely better when it’s actually a book, not just a printed out manuscript. I admit it, I cried.

I decided to place it on a bookshelf to see how it looks among it’s peers.

I decided it looked a little…small. So I put it on a shelf with a bunch of paperbacks, and it looked giant. That’s Tim with the appalled expression. Tim is Denis’s beloved childhood …we think it was a bear. Now it looks like a germ or an amoeba or something. But I love Tim and have a very romantic view of him. I see him as a sort of real-life Velveteen Rabbit. Denis loved him so much that he rubbed his little nose, mouth and ears off! Denis’s mother embroidered his name on him and embroidered him a new mouth! Yes, the new mouth has an expression of horror, but still… it was an act of love! I don’t think this photo does him justice. I’m going to devote a future blog to Tim.